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While the laughter and music continued, I realized how truly alone I was.
“I choose Tiarrialuna Elzabethanine Hartstone, daughter of the moon fae of Issos.” Then softer again, his words only for me, emotion swelling in his eyes, “I choose you, Una.”
For it was no longer simply a bodily exchange, but a passing of my soul into his keeping. I could not have allowed him to enter my body without giving him a piece of my spirit in return.
“Take them off,” he repeated calmly. “Or I’ll tear them off.”
“I’ll never let you go.” His fingers worked me while he remained buried deep, unmoving. “Do you understand?” It was a king’s command, a promise.
“I do not deserve you. But I will pay tribute to all the gods, even Lumera, for bringing you into my life.”
“Though my heart has been blackened by all the blood I’ve spilled and all the dark thoughts I’ve kept and nourished over the many years, when you look at me like this, I believe there may be some good left in me yet.”
He was afraid. He should be. My king wore nothing but death in every hard line of his face.
“But then you touched my wife and dared to hurt her. Now, you’re nothing. You’re ash in the ether.”
“Home,” he whispered against my lips. “I like hearing you call Näkt Mir ‘home.’” “It is my home now,” I confessed. “It reminds me of you. And wherever you are is my home.”
