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October 24 - October 30, 2024
I wouldn’t remember how he healed me or our ice skating and laughing. I wouldn’t remember our small but perfect wedding. I wouldn’t remember what we had, the fights, the laughs, the playfulness.
Silence fell, and the world paused. Everything stopped, and I fought to find a way to lock a part of him away in my mind, to choose just one memory for safekeeping. I could save him, revisit it. It was a lifeline for me to hold on to until I made it back to him because I would make it back to him. My world. My heart. My lost soul.
My lips curled in disgust. “I did not get it. I am it. Oblivion is not something anyone can take from me.”
“You stole our amata mark, so I did the next best thing. She is my wife, my only, and she will never again be yours. Never.”
“Dianna, my akrai. You did more than phenomenal. Two Ig’Morruthens? Gods have had their light bleed across the sky from one. Not to mention, my brothers were trained for war by my father. You were not.”
“I do not care about them or Nismera, only you. Never do that again.”
Dianna said it in utter disbelief. She did not fully understand the lengths I would go for her. Destroying a world was not even a fraction of it. She thought me a hero, but a hero would defy others for the greater good. She was mine, and for her, I’d do the unthinkable. My strong, fierce, beautiful girl who thought she could take the world on all by herself. Only she had me now, and gods above and below help anyone who thought they could hurt or take her from me.
“I’d destroy several worlds if it meant keeping you safe. You have no idea the limits I’d go for you.”
He pulled out a folded bundle and unwrapped it, revealing my hands. I held out my wrists, and when he carefully cut away the bandages, I felt my magic crawl forward. I jolted back as my hands mended to my wrists, feeling that comforting cool balm wash over me, my power settling into my veins again.
Vincent’s mask slipped, pain etching his features as he gently grabbed my hands and placed a kiss to each palm. “I’m still so sorry, Cami.”
“Kaden hasn’t come back. I don’t think he is going to. The sky no longer burns with Samkiel’s power. He has returned.”
I realized what we were dealing with. We had dared to touch her, and now there was no mercy in the creature I faced.
It made sense why they did not want their mating mark to form. One of him was enough, but the two of them together would be undefeatable.
But tonight, I am tired, and I wish to spend the rest of my evening with this realm’s future queen.”
With others, I could pretend that nothing touched me, protected by spikes, fangs, and claws, but there was no hiding from him.
“No one has ever protected me like you do. I’m always the one taking care of everything and everyone else. You’re supposed to protect the world, not me.” “You are my world.”
“I’ll always protect you, akrai. No matter the consequences,” he whispered against my forehead. “Even if I break the sky.”
He was my sword, my shield, my heart, and my home.
“I have no idea how I’ve survived this long without you.”
“You fear her?” “We all should. Dianna is no longer the promised princess of Rashearim or the destined queen. The other sibling has polluted her blood. What she carries within her now could turn worlds to ash if she willed it. You all should fear her as they once feared Ro’Vikiin.”
Dianna resurrected Samkiel. As much as I hated being bested, it was both terrifying and intriguing to witness something that has only happened once before. The love she has for him is a power.”
You just got through telling me that her love for him is a power, but do not think it is not reciprocated wholeheartedly. The mark may be gone, but they were made for each other. You will drive him mad.”
So I did what I must. Dianna, as you all call her, was meant to rule. Do you think she was meant to be Ig’Morruthen? He, a living corpse? No,
“In my long existence, it is nice to find something worth protecting.”
“You know I will not keep this from her. She has been betrayed enough in her long life.”
yet I knew this power. It called to a part of me that those damned words could not touch.
“The dead have much to discuss with you, Daughter-in-law.”
