“I know it’s sad. Terribly sad. But that sword reminds me of how powerful love can be. It’s a weapon far greater than any steel. And no one, not even a vengeful god, can take it away.” The pain in my chest at Charlie’s words is visceral, an ache that has me clutching his hand tight. “And what of our love, dear heart?” Charlie’s head turns my way, his eyes specks of light in the dark. “It will outlast all the stars, Arthur. Every last one of them.”
