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“You're all I think about. You're all I see. I'm so tied to you, I barely know who I am anymore.”
I hadn’t been able to save Nodori. But I had saved Morgan. If her hating me was the price I had to pay, so be it.
Her wit cut through the thickest of shadows. Her strength was indomitable. Her determination made her a force to be reckoned with. And the fire that burned within her... She was a brilliant enigma born of starlight and fire. Within her, I saw the potential for greatness beyond measure. She was fated to cast her brilliance across the universe. Without her, I was a void once more. Missing her with an ache that gnawed at the very core of my being. She haunted my soul. She was my constant reverie. The vision of all I longed for. She was the constellation that guided my destiny. I had stood so
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Only from the crucible of battle could the elixir of peace be distilled,
“I’ve waited my entire lifetime for Morgan,” I said simply. “I’ll go after her even if she doesn’t want me. Even if she runs in the opposite direction. I’ll follow her to the ends of Aercanum, and I’ll never stop.”
“Shattered or whole. Kneeling or standing. I’ll get to her, and I won’t ever leave. This time, I’ll make her understand what we are, together. And if anyone dares to hurt her, I’ll burn them to the ground without a second thought.”
“As a child, one believes monsters live only in the pages of books. Then one grows up.”
We cannot hide from our fate.”
“They think that because my wife has run off I should, what? Tumble into bed with whoever I please? Where the hell do they think we’re going? We’re sailing across the bloody ocean to find her, for fuck’s sake.”
Bargaining with a devil may grant one many things, but peace was never one of them.
In that moment, cocooned within his protective hold, I realized I was in the arms of the man who was not just my husband but also my refuge.
“There are no limits to my love for you, Morgan. When Myntra and Eskira and every place in Aercanum have crumbled into oblivion and the universe itself dissolves into nothing, my heart will still beat for you.”
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Shhh, silver one.”
in a million years and a million lifetimes that I’d ever be able to stay away?”
“You can kill me, but my soul will come back and find yours.”
Once again, Draven had seen me in a way no one else ever had. He had looked into my soul, captured the essence of my spirit, my desires, and then presented them on canvas with a profound depth of understanding.
“Let me dominate you here, let me command you. Let me tell you to sit on my cock, let me tell you to take me in your mouth, but always know that outside of here, you're not just my equal, you're my fucking superior, and I'd follow you to the ends of the world if you told me to.”
“I know. But I was never your prison. Never your captor. All I've ever wanted was to be your protector. Your sanctuary.”
“Yours is the only kingdom I'll pay fealty to. Yours are the only feet at which I'll willingly kneel.” He leaned back and touched my chin, lifting it. “I'd rather be a villain by your side than play the hero for anyone else. The world is dark and vile, but I'd willingly follow you into the depths of hell itself. All I want to do is shield you. Do you understand, Morgan? You're my redemption, good or bad, right or wrong.”
He had looked into the depths of my shadows and seen the light. He'd looked past every twisted fragment and loved me anyway.
“So consume me,” I whispered. “I see your shadows, too, Draven. And I'll only burn for you.”
“What do all men play at war for?” I said. “But to accrue more power for themselves.”
Women always believe they can redeem the worst sorts of men.
In the heart of spring, a child shall rise, From royal blood, a king's demise. Born of sister, born that day, Kings shall fall in disarray. When springtime blooms, the babe is blessed, Born of kin from the king's own nest, A sister's child, the kingdom shakes, The death of kings, the birth awaits. Born of power in endless night, To cast down realms, a dark birthright. Both fae and mortals, their thrones shall swirl, In the child's hands, lies the end of the world.
“Two mated pairs,” Crescent said with pride. “Our empress, our prince, and their exmoors.”
Lady of night. Daughter of darkness. And then the last and most powerful of all. The name I had first been given upon my creation.
“Ferrum deae,” they whispered, and I sensed them looking at Excalibur then back at me with reverence. “Ferrum deae.”
“Morgan,” my mate whispered. “Return to me now.”
We were going back to where, in some ways, you might say it had all begun…
