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October 6 - October 19, 2025
Bryce had developed a keen awareness of Hunt’s presence, like scenting lightning on the wind. He had only to enter a room and she’d know if he was there by that surge of power in her body. Like her magic, her very blood answered to his.
Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty:
“If I’d gone to you in Nena, I never would have come here. To Lunathion.” His smile broadened as he walked out. “I never would have met Bryce.” And every horror, every nightmare … all of it had been worth it for her.
“Oh, come on.” She tucked her arms behind her head. “You have to know you’re good at it. That lightning thing …”
“I’ve been in love with you for a while. You know that, right?” His
“You handled Jelly Jubilee with such care. How could I not love you for it?”
Ruhn found himself faced with the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
“Light it up, Bryce.”
She’d been a conduit to his power. Fucking Hel.
“That’s what my life was like, you know.” “Like what?” “Vacant.” “Then what happened?” “Bryce happened.”
“Anything you want. Anything you want, Bryce, I’ll give it to you—”
“I’m guessing you’re in Sky and Breath.”
“Is it cliché if I say that Trouble is my middle name?”
that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates—the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates.
So find some way to calm him down. Athalar’s your fucking problem now.
Bryce’s heart strained. True mates. Not only in name, but … in the way that Fae could be mates with each other.
Athalar was dangerous before. But as a mated male, he’s utterly lethal.
Bryce had gone right to Cormac and explained what had happened in the most Quinlan-like way Hunt could imagine: “Right at the end of banging Hunt’s brains out, right when we came together, we wound up in the air lock.”
“Hard to ask Bryce any questions when you don’t have a head attached to your body,” Hunt said, violence glittering in his eyes.
“I love you undone like this,” he said, moving again. Setting the pace. “Utterly at my mercy.”
But Flynn said, “We got you, wolf.”
“Everything that ever happened to me, it was all so I could meet you, Quinlan. Be here with you. I’m yours. Forever.”
“Through love, all is possible.”
“Your fate is bound to mine.” The words echoed into the darkness.
“I’m going to find you,” he said against her burning hair. “I’ll find you one day, I promise.” She shuddered, but melted into him. Like she’d yielded any attempt at restraint. “You remind me that I’m alive, too,” he whispered.
“I like it true,” she said, hands running down his face. “I want it real.”
I can go slow.” He couldn’t. He really fucking couldn’t, but for her, he’d try.
He was holding his mate’s hand for the last time.
Love is a trap, Celestina had told him.
“I love you. I wish I’d said it more. But I love you, Quinlan, and …”
“Our love is stronger than time, greater than any distance. Our love spans across stars and worlds. I will find you again. I promise.”
The male stepped forward, tucking in his wings. He smiled slightly and said in the Old Language, in a voice like glorious night, “Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.”
