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And the Death Speaker was staring at Cas, shocked, as if she herself were the sun and he had never laid eyes on it until that very moment. “How did you do that?” His voice was a whisper that only the two of them could hear.
Without a word, Varen rose to his feet and rushed toward the sound of the scream. Cas stared after him for a moment, dumbfounded. She was surprised he hadn’t run in the opposite direction. Yet another thing that didn’t fit the selfish, cowardly narrative that she had written about him in her head.
she inched a bit closer to him—close enough that she could have reached out and touched his arm. And after a few minutes, she did.
“You don’t have to stop. I kind of like the feel of your fingers against me—it tells me that you’re still here.” Her breath hitched.
“You have to let some things go, Thorn,” he said, gentler. “Not everything—just whatever things you can. Or else it’s all going to get too exhausting to carry one of these days.”
You’re a rather…captivating combination of fearless and faint-hearted.”
head. “I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was a rasp. “No. You probably shouldn’t have.” Her words were just as hoarse as his had been. “But maybe you should do it again.”
She had missed him. And he had missed her, judging by the way his tired eyes brightened at the sight of her.
“I’m absolutely terrified,” he repeated as he reached and pushed aside a strand of her hair that had plastered itself to her forehead. Then he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer. “And yet, the thought of missing my chance to hold you like this is somehow more terrifying.”
“I still feel like we could know each other better,” she whispered. “What did you have in mind, precisely?” “Do I really need to elaborate?” “No. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud.”
A flash of brilliant light blinded her, and when the white dots before her eyes faded away, the servant lay in the corner. Crumpled. Perfectly still. Her arms splayed out at awkward angles, like the wings of a bird that had slammed into a window. Was she dead? Cas didn’t look closer to see. Because Asra had returned to her. She still lived. Her eyes were still closed, but now she was taking deeper breaths, louder breaths, and she was surrounded by a soft light.