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I let myself cry. Mom always said there was no shame in it, but usually I refused to. It either drew attention or made me feel vulnerable, two things I loathed.
Jassin of the Unseelie Court, a creature who had taken my brother from me for two years, was afraid of light. Blinding, incandescent light. A triumphant smile stretched across my face.
Whatever had broken in me was like a dam. Recklessness poured through, submerging all the fear. I weaved through the crowd, touching anyone I could along the way. It was so light, so swift, that many of them had no idea. Flavors coated my tongue. One male thought he was surrounded by bees and actually ran from the room. Another faerie stared at an empty corner, his expression etched in horror. For the first time since escaping the goblins, I felt powerful. Decades ago, Nightmares were the most feared race. The fae had been unwise to forget.
“If you died, Fortuna, I’d follow you into whatever afterlife there is.
The corner of his mouth tilted up. He didn’t look at me as he said, “I love you.” Normally it was hard to say it back. Not just to him, but to anyone. Now, though, I didn’t hesitate. I caressed Oliver’s profile with my eyes, that sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of his nose. “I love you, too.” His hand tightened around mine. A million more stars appeared. The horizon exploded with light. And I woke up.
“I made sure to feel every single lash,” he murmured. I frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?” Collith seemed to shake himself. He resumed his administrations, making them even gentler, somehow. “During times of heightened emotion, the bond is more… navigable, perhaps,” he explained, his breath teasing my wet skin. “It’s how I was able to take your voice. We’re already able to feel what the other is feeling, but in circumstances like the tribunal, that can translate to the physical as well.”

