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And there, right beside her, sat Malyr’s anoa… … preening her damaged feathers.
“The goddess?” “Your mother,” she said. “The fate Lilieth.”
I needed to find this amulet. And once I found it? I needed to get the fuck away from Lord Brisden.
That was before I fell in love with her…
“What is she?” What I’d always hoped she would be. My very own void.
“That kiss was long overdue, and there will be a lot more in the future, if you’ll have me. But just for the record, because I’m not going to risk your doubt again over three fucking words,” he tugged the back of my head, pulling my mouth back to his as he rasped, “I love you.”
I folded my hands behind my back, carefully breathing past the jealousy over a situation of my own making. I understood that, though my shadows, however, did not, threatening to overwhelm me—to make me do something truly regrettable. To my best friend. Maybe to my mate.
I let my thumb trace over the blood-damp silk of the bracelet. Why had I made it? To hand it to her and say, I’m sorry for raping you while I tried to force our bond, so here is a courting gift for you?
“I can’t lose you.” A sob broke from my lips, and in that moment, the world broke with it. “I love you.” “And I… I love you. Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s fated,” Sebian said, his fingertips twitching against my palms as if he meant to hold me tight just one last time. “Take it. Keep something of me. You have to… have to hurry.”