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A soft whine vibrated in his throat.
and Silverfoot’s side was soaked through with her tears, and even then, she still did not move. Neither did the fox—he barely breathed, as though this ability had been intertwined as tightly as his vision with Rhea’s, and now it was too much, too awful, to carry on breathing without her.
a stain branching over her throat.
back of his mind still whispered that this was not right, that there was something strange at work.
Waiting for a moment of weakness. To remind him of all the times he’d hurt her, all the mistakes he’d made, all the moments he couldn’t take back.
He grinned. “Though I did enjoy it, I won’t lie.” “It was for the best,”
“And hopefully someday I can repay the favor.”
sound. That beautiful sound. I’ve been waiting to hear it all day.”
longer—she was too busy laughing. Laughing.
At a glance, they resembled many of the divine marks she was familiar with, but upon closer inspection Cas could see that most of them had been altered in small—but significant—ways.
made her heart simultaneously clench and soar. A second shape-shifted being was streaking toward the God of Fire—another bird wrapped in magic, only in lightning instead of flames. Nephele?
awestruck as the two divine beings collided. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves of power exploding outward,
Cas launched into a sprint, reaching her brother just before the wall of fire fell upon him. She wrapped him tightly in her arms, rolling several feet and then scrambling several more, dragging him with her and trying to stay ahead of the fire.
And she couldn’t stop thinking about all the wounds between them that she could not heal.
“So despite the weight of this burden, you don’t hesitate to carry it,” he said, “even if it pains you.”
And I swore I would do it. The light cannot always overcome the dark, but it must rise to meet it.
May sun and solace rise to meet you Blade and courage always keep you Through wealth of light or depths of night Until time takes your final breaths and both your souls find rest
This. This was why she kept fighting.
the lights right here in the storm with her, laughing and dancing and living in spite of the darkness raging around them.
There is always an after, she had told Elander. On
to the other side, as her friends had grown so fond of saying. But another thought had occurred to her tonight—that even if they never made it to after, they had made it to now, and this was worth celebrating even without the promise of anything else.
believe me when I say I will be waiting for you in whatever comes next—whether in this lifetime or another. I will find you again. I swear it.”
“Nowhere I could go,” she whispered.