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That’s my vicious bird. Such claws. Such violent, gorgeous claws.
“Shh.” His words muffled against me. Those lips. That dark, bearded chin. “My love,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
“The Scarlet Queen is mad.” Hart waggled his eyebrows at me as if to say, Yeah she is. I couldn’t decide if I found him repulsive or adorable. A bit of both?
“I’m here. You’re here, and we’re together,” he mumbled, rocking his hips a little as if he weren’t fully in control. “Arwen, I love you. I’m here.”
Had I bypassed Acorn’s squawking and hurtled into the hallway with nothing but a decorative pillow to cover myself, dark-winged lighte surging from my bare shoulders and arms, and roared at the guard on duty to tell me that instant where the fuck my wife was—even though Arwen was not my wife and I’d never seen the shaking kid before? Yes, yes, and…yes.
“Who else?” He placed the final candle along the brick beneath his feet. “Everything…it’s all for you.”
“It kills me, bird, that I cannot promise you any of it. All I can promise you is myself—my love, my respect, my devotion—every day that we have together, and every day that exists beyond then.” Kane’s eyes gleamed. “In life, in death, my soul is yours. Arwen, will you be my wife?”
“I’m only afraid of being without you. In death. In life. It’s all the same to me if we aren’t together.”
I’d fallen in love with a woman who was my friend. A light in pitch-darkness. A bird to guide me home.
And I thought then that maybe I’d always been walking toward Kane. Tethered to him in some way or another since the moment we’d met in that glade in Amber. When the most terrifying creature I’d ever seen was able to bring me comfort.
“I had it made for you.” “When?” We’d been a little busy. “After I had more fun trapped inside a wine cellar than I’d had in two hundred years of living.”
Whore or not, it turned out we were lucky to have the rogue on our side.
“Please,” she begged, and my heart ripped from itself. “Forgive me,” I murmured, pulling her close, feeling consciousness slip from her. Smelling honeysuckle and orange blossom for the last time. “I love you. I’ll love you wherever I am, whatever I am. Always.”
One: Evendell. Freed of Lazarus. Safe, for my friends. My family. For all. Two: The man I loved. His dark, unruly hair, so like his spirit. The truth that he had loved me, too, for whatever little time we’d had together. Three:
