Clarion’s chest constricted painfully. All her life, she had longed to hear those words. How sweet, to finally have the assurance she’d craved. Only, she was not so certain she deserved it. She had saved Pixie Hollow. She’d mastered her own magic. But she would live the rest of her life with the stain of her mistakes. How could she ever teach new arrivals to fly? How could she dare to unfurl their wings with the tenderness they deserved when she would always remember the ones she had broken?
