From Protector of the Grey House:
Natalia shot up, and pulled away from Diana’s touch. Wide-eyed with fright, she slammed against the nearby wall, as her body shook. Concern overtook Vincent and he went to her, reached out with a careful touch, and placed his hand on her cheek. She pulled her head away violently, hesitated, then closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against his palm. Confusion, relief and something else flashed across her face when she tried to pull away. That something else threatened to drive him insane, but he let it go and took her in his arms. She was safe and that was all that mattered.
Natalia grabbed him to her: a desperate, drowning woman clinging to a life raft. She gave a small cry, but no tears came. She was alive, and he was here. Natalia buried her face into Vincent’s neck, and felt the strength of his being surrounding and encompassing her. He shifted slightly, to cradle her, and carry her toward the door of the training room. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck. He turned his head slightly, gave her a look of longing and kissed her. He stopped moving for a second as the kiss grew deeper. Their lips separated when a voice behind them reminded them they were not alone.