It had been a short life, as far as Vanir were concerned, and a bad one, but there had been moments of joy. Moments that she now gathered and held close to her heart: cradling her newborn sons, smelling their baby-sweet scents. Talking with Ruhn for hours, when she knew him only as Night. Lying in his arms. So few happy memories, but she wouldn’t have traded them for anything. Would have done it all again, just for those memories. Lidia dove deep, all the way into the simmering dregs of her power.
