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“I’m yours,”
“To whatever end,” he breathed.
“To whatever end.” For too long—for too long had he been alone and wandering. No longer.
There were no words in his eyes; none in hers, either. Words did not do it justice. Not in any language, in any world. He leaned in, claiming her mouth as he began to move, and they let go entirely.
And she wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern.
He would try to live up to that honor—try to find some way to prove he deserved it. That she hadn’t bet on the wrong horse. Somehow. He’d earn it.
“that he still looks at you the way he does.”
he’d noticed her.
“Why should I have trusted you,”
But this … there was a line. Somehow … somehow there was a gods-damned line here.
And when the time came … I took my chance.
“Everything has a price.”
“I once told you to find me again—it
… and never see her again.
“You get a choice,”
“And you know what is the biggest lie you tell everyone, Lorcan? It’s that you prefer it that way. But what I hear, when you rant about my bitch-queen? All I hear are the words of someone who is deeply, deeply jealous, and lonely, and pathetic
resented them for their happiness—because you are so unhappy.”
“I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.”
“We’ll find a way—together.” The words he’d given her once, the words that had begun the healing of her shattered heart.
“I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
Would it ever stop—the wanting? The need to not only be near him, but to have him so deep in her she felt their souls twining, their magic dancing …
“I’ll always find a way back to you.”
We’re having round two. This time, I get to see what noises you make
The only sounds were the tapping
Sick of feeling his heart stop dead in his chest.
“You loved her that much?”
“She was a bright star in centuries of darkness. I would have followed that star to the ends of the earth, if she had let me. But she didn’t, and I respected her wishes to stay away.
Manon stood there. Weathering the storm.
“Everyone can be bought for a price.”
She’d locked him out—locked him out
that little voice whispered, Run run run run run run
Tears rolled down her face, silent and unending as the wrath that now sculpted her features into a thing of mighty and terrible beauty.
“Because it takes only one to deliver a message.
He doubted she’d care.
“I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it,
She made to pull away, but he gripped her a little harder, keeping her eyes on him. “I will always find you,” he swore to her. Her throat bobbed. Lorcan whispered, “I promise.”
“I don’t regret it.”
She didn’t know why she said it, why she felt a need or like it was worth anything to him at all, but Elide stood on her toes, kissed his stubble-rough cheek, and said, “I will always find you, too, Lorcan.”
“We’ve been a pair, you and I. A few days is nothing, my friend.”
“Do you love her?” Those eyes, darker than the gaps between the stars, slid to her. “I have been in love with Maeve since I first laid eyes on her.”
“Perhaps she uses your love to her own advantage. Perhaps it’s in her best interest to drag you along.
I will never leave.” Her chest hurt at that. “Then she can rest assured knowing you’ll pine after her for eternity.”
“I think love should make you happy,”
“It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.”
“I don’t think you even know what happiness is.”
“You don’t need to answer me now. Or ever. You could show up on my doorstep in ten years, and the offer would still stand.
And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, or the way she smiled.
not even missing a step as he walked to her side.
Not just his Fae nature—but Rowan’s nature. To protect, to shield, to fight for what and who he loved.
“With good food, a disgustingly comfortable bed, and a big bathtub.”
