Rhys spilled into me with a roar, his wings splaying wide. And in our minds, down that bond, his magic erupted, his soul washing over mine, filling every crack and pit so that there was not one part of me that was not full of him, brimming with his dark, glorious essence and undimming love. He remained buried in me, leaning heavily against the wall as he panted against my neck, “FeyreFeyreFeyre.” He was shaking. We both were. I worked up the presence of mind to crack open my eyes. His face was wrecked. Stunned. His mouth remained partially open as he gaped at me, the glow still radiating from
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