Donnelly sinks back against his seat. “He succumbed to the dark side, didn’t he?” He did. I look over at him, my heart hurting. “You’re not Ulic. That’s his story, and this…this isn’t just my story, like you said. I hope it can be our story.” He comes forward, and his hand encases the edge of my jaw, the softness of my neck. “It is our story, Luna,” he breathes.
