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“You cannot leave me,” I commanded her pallid face, brushing my fingers across her cheeks and chin. “Do you hear me? You can’t.”
“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.”
“Dagan, you have to listen to me, all right?” My hands continued to move over his chest. Sealing the wound, lacing the skin together, fusing his organs into place once more. “Nothing is going to happen to you. You are my family. Do you hear me? I am not going to leave you—” “Arwen.” Griffin’s gutted voice behind me cracked my heart in two. “It’s too late.” “Don’t say that, don’t—” “He’s gone.”
And my back was heavy. So heavy, and yet weightless. Buoyed by something that had sprouted from my shoulder blades. Wings. I had wings.
About time!!!
And something golden. Like molten embers glowing in the dark night sky. And through a clearing of trees— My bird. A gleaming, feathered firebird. Mighty as the dawn, lit with rapturous fire. A phoenix.
oh shit!!!
Utter awe sang through my body at the glistening white glen before me. An iridescent sprawl rippling across the forest—one of soft, fresh snow and beads of morning dew bejeweling each branch and leaf. A pearly, eternal scene, bathed in morning light and night’s still, blue shadows. And at the very center: Arwen. Slumped over atop the powder—eyes closed, lashes dusted in snow. Lips violet and dark hair fanned around her, pale skin brushed with ash. Serene, silent, wholly bare— And breathing.
“My father…the Fae God.”
My father. A Fae Elder God. The creators of the sacred Stones, and his, Onyx. The stone of power and strength and darkness. Bequeathed to me, a healer from a farming town. I nodded to myself in deep understanding. “I think it will be wonderful.” “You take after your mother in that way.” My mother.
You are courageous, Arwen. And I’m very proud of you. Dagan
