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"Am I?" His lips curved in a smile that made me want to scrub my skin raw. "I live on in you. In every star you summon. In every breath you take. You'll never be free of me." I brought the blade down.
I'd escaped from the divine realm while everyone fussed over Xül's wedding and found myself here. I couldn’t bear being in Voldaris today.
Somewhere above, Xül was probably speaking vows to a woman he didn't love. Binding himself for the sake of stability. Another sacrifice on necessity's altar.
I'd thought about forever with him. About the promise in his eyes when he called me starling. About feeling safe in his Bone Spire. But forever was a concept I couldn't grasp anymore. How could I think about eternity when I couldn't feel anything past the next breath?
"You're still in there. Dimmed, maybe. Grieving. But not gone." "Half of me is gone." My voice carried on the breeze. "The part that knew how to feel things. How to hope. It's with him, wherever he is."
"My heart will only ever beat for you." The words came out rough, edged with darkness. "You own me completely. You always will." I wanted to feel something at that confession. Wanted to tell him he deserved better than my emptiness. Wanted to care that he'd just married someone else an hour ago and here he was, holding me like I was his whole world.
"I don't need anything from you." His voice was fierce. "I just need you to exist. To be here. To let me help carry this until you can carry it yourself again." "And if that's never?" "Then I'll carry it forever." He said it like a simple fact. Like the sun rising. "That's what loving someone means." Love. What a cursed, vicious thing.
"I mean that in thirty-six years, for exactly seven seconds, a thread that shouldn't exist anymore will spark back into my sight."
"Thatcher?" My voice caught in my throat. "You saw Thatcher?" "For seven seconds, his fate will be readable again. He'll exist in a way that touches this realm."
The Abyss had taken half my soul. In thirty-six years, for seven seconds, I'd have my chance to take it back. And I would be ready.
"Where are you going, little godling?" His voice was everywhere. "There is nowhere to hide from me. Not here. Not ever."
Her eyes sharpened—interest, calculation, purpose. I let her lead me. "Aether," she said finally. "I shall call you Aether."
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