Tem’s fingers touched the little golden claw around her neck. She thought about how it was made from Caspen’s body—from his blood. There were no words for what he had done. Her eyes found his. “Caspen,” she whispered. He pressed a single finger to her lips. “Tem,” he murmured. “It was worth it. For you, I would give anything.” His hands moved to either side of her face. “I love you.”
