He pulled my hand up and opened my fist, pressing his lips to my palm, and the feel of him ran through me, grounding me. Then his lips found mine in the dark, soft and warm, molding against mine. “Ǫnd eldr.” I whispered his people’s battle cry against his lips. Breathe fire. He smiled, taking the back of my head with his hand and kissing my cheek. “Ǫnd eldr.”
