“I’m going to keep you safe,” I vow. “And I’m going to take you to the sirens to have their old god restore your magic and free you of this halfway mortal coil. Nothing will stop me—not a wolf king, or spirit, or fate itself. I swear this to you.” Aurora squeezes my fingers and a surge of magic overtakes me, so much that the world briefly spins. Her brow relaxes and her head tilts slightly to the side. Her smile is one of relief. “I believe you, Faelyn. You and Evander are the first mortals in a long time that I believed would look after me,” she says softly. “Thank you.” “You have nothing to
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