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I knew the truth—that I’d give anything, any limb, any life, any realm, to bring Arwen back. That I would shear the skin from my own bones, tear the world to pulp to hold her in my arms even just one more time—
“Shh.” His words muffled against me. Those lips. That dark, bearded chin. “My love,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
“If I go to you…If I hold you…” His voice broke on the word and I began to cry in earnest. “Arwen…” His next words were said so low, his tormented expression was the only proof I’d not imagined them. “It will break me.”
“Come here,” I whispered, scooting to the side carefully. “And I will put you back together.”
“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 realized how utterly at this woman’s mercy I was. She could have told me to throw myself off our balcony. I would have been plummeting through winter air before she’d finished the command.
“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.”
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