I didn’t rise from my position on the throne, my gaze fixed on the rippling liquid within that circle of midnight as a face appeared beyond it. A face I knew too well. Roxy’s eyes shone with the ferocity of her grief as she gazed at me and I stilled as I found her truly looking, truly seeing me. “Darius?” she breathed, a plea in my name like she was begging for this vision of me to be real. And it was.
