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October 24 - October 30, 2025
It’s okay that you love him.
Then Samkiel comes along, and you laugh, smile, and feel. I couldn’t have been happier.
“You’re just a girl who gave up everything she had for the ones she loved. You deserve to be loved in return.”
“You know me, Gabs. I’ll rip them to pieces. Nobody touches someone I love.”
He believed in me, cared for me, and never gave up on me. Now Kaden has threatened to take from me, and one that needed me right now.
“At least you can die knowing I was loved, too.”
Dianna. Her laugh. Her warmth. The way she tasted, the way she felt. How she had held me, healing wounds that hadn’t mended in centuries. The way she spoke to me. How she had taken me across Onuna. The multicolored lights of a festival that was too loud but with her was fun. How she showed me the sweetest food. Cared for me. A small gift given on a balcony I had made by hand in a castle just for her. The short brief time we spent truly together and how maybe she could have loved me if time had allowed it. I remembered her smile and the way her nose scrunched when she was annoyed with the
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Paradise, that’s what she was to me and what I’d so desperately miss. I knew that even in death, I’d find no peace in the afterlife, for there was no peace without her. My only regret was not telling her sooner how deeply she’d burrowed into my heart, becoming a piece of my soul.
“What can I say? I am protective of what’s mine. Everyone in this room has made a mistake in touching him. I’m sure Kaden can enlighten you on the consequences.”
My smart, beautiful girl.
She had come for me, come back for me. If we died, we died together.
I couldn’t think about Roccurem and what he had done. He had saved us. For once, someone had betrayed for me, and it meant more than I could say.
He was worried about me? Of course, he was. His life was slipping away, and I was his only concern.
“Says the one with the gaping wound and a missing hand.”
my poor baby.
“You’re so warm, and I am so cold.”
“Gods don’t get cold.”
I didn’t know what to do or how to heal him. Samkiel was the healer. I was a ...
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“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. Where did they get you? Let me look. Let me help.”
“It’s okay.” “Can you heal yourself? Use what power you have left?” He shook his head weakly. “I don’t have any power left.”
Rage flooded me, pure and blinding. I would rip Unir to pieces if he were still alive. My nails transformed into talons. I hated them. I hated all of them. Selfish, selfish gods. How could he do that to his own son?
“No, I won’t leave you. I’ll never leave you again, okay? I promised.”
“Okay, well, we will face that together, too. Just tell me how to help you. Please.”
If only I could will my own heat and life into him.
“You are my whole world.” He looked up at me, and my heart shattered. His once vibrant gray eyes had darkened as his skin paled. “I-I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you. Being with you, I finally felt what I wanted and had searched forever for. You woke me up and gave me reason. You made me feel like I was enough. I never felt like the World Ender with you. I never felt less. You are what I’ve been searching for my entire life. You, Dianna, had my heart long before I ever touched yours.”
I’m actually crying
“I wish I had never left when my world fell. Maybe I would have heard you. Maybe it would have been me to find you and Gabby. I would have loved you then, too.”
Love. Love.
My heart shattered, my soul erupting into a million pieces, and every broken piece belonged to him. I dropped my head to his, pressing my forehead to his. I focused, trying to pour myself into him and stop what I knew was coming.
“You have horrible taste in women,” I choked out through sobs.
I had lost him.
“Samkiel.” I tapped his cheek. He was cold. He was too cold. Like her. “Samkiel.” Another tap. “Samkiel.” A teardrop fell, leaving a trail across his cheek as it slid away. “Sami,” I said, my voice breaking.
I was losing him, too.
I looked down at Samkiel. He was limp in my arms and deathly gray, all his color stripped away, my sunshine gone. My soul cleaved in two. Pain didn’t come close to describing what I felt holding him. This was brutal agony, and I didn’t know if I would survive a loss like this again.
I want you.
but Samkiel? The realms needed him. He was a light, a force of nature, and possibly the only being who could eradicate Nismera. Those were all good reasons, but above all, I needed him.
“If there is a cost for resurrection, then so be it. I’ll pay it.” The alternative was losing him, which would never be an option for me.
“If Roccurem is wrong, and I am truly out of time, if this doesn’t work, I want you to know that I am nothing like your father, Samkiel. I refuse to live without you. There will be no peace in this realm or the next. I will burn this universe down to embers for you. I will leave nothing untouched, taking apart anyone that’s ever hurt you piece by piece. So when you hear the screams from however far away you are from me. When you feel the very stars shake from the rage you aren’t here to pull me back from, when you hear them beg and plead for mercy, I need you to remember that it’s because you
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Stop she will do anything for him, I’m crying
The Mark of Dhihsin.
Samkiel took a breath, his eyes fluttering open before closing once more, but a rhythmic heartbeat echoed through the tunnel, quickly synching with my own.
“How deeply you must love someone that death itself fears taking them?”
“I’m going to kill all of them.”
Resurrection has a cost. Dread filled my being, and I wondered as sleep claimed me if I had paid with more than just the mark.
