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“Well, hello there, little bird.”
“Did you play ball with it like you used to tell him you would?” “Heavens,” Mal murmured to himself, sitting down next to the chestnut basket.
A dark headed girl screamed bloody death in my brother’s arms—but she was not my dark headed girl.
Winter had come at her call.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, my brother pulled her against his chest and put a hand on her face. “Calm down!” he growled at her, and then softly added, “She will come back, I know she will. She always does. From the dead, from the living, graves, and prisons. Snow will always come back.”
“I promised her,” was all he told her.
And when the white mist cleared, her glowing shape became clearer. Her long, dark hair floated around her, static with electricity dancing around the strands, and every inch of her body was lit with bright white glowing veins—her eyes, too, they were no longer gold but a startling pale gleam.
and her eyes began unveiling from the unnatural glow to reveal my stars—the only stars I’d seen ever since my life had become night.
He snorted. “Hello, you crazy bastard.” We both chuckled, and when he pulled back, his stare flitted between me and his very confused sister. “You did it. You actually married her.”
“Come back,” I whispered to the warm wind. Like a prayer, he faded back and strode to me, lifting me up again, and I immediately locked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He sat next to me when the others began chatting about Myrdur, sprawling on the bench, and I glided a bit further away. The movement was small, but his attention snapped to me, his drunken gaze travelling from the tip of my boots to my hair. “Little bird.” “Thora.” He eyed the bow in my hair. “Wasn’t that what I said?”
A hand grabbed Snow’s and dragged her from Kilian’s lap. The younger brother, Malik, steered her to the dance floor, swirling her around and about, jumping and laughing with one another. And Kilian was still looking at her the same. “I think I like that,” I said out loud before I even realised the sound was my own voice.
“Why the tears?” Malik said, swiping a thumb under my eyes before tipping my chin up so I was looking at him.
The little redhead pointed a finger at me, at my neck and shoulders. “Why do you bite her?” “Because she likes it,” Kilian answered calmly, buttering me another slice of bread.
“No,” Eren said, grinning up at me. “What is embarrassing is that my little sister has kissed the man I want to kiss.”
I stopped and lifted a brow, a smile stretching wide below my face covering. “Welcome inside the zgahna.” Demir.
“I command you to kill.”
My revenge did not matter. Maybe it had never mattered. She was gone. They were all gone despite what I do in their name.
“Then you should have killed him instead,” my sister said. “Snow was ready to have that on her conscience for our sake. Why didn’t you?”
“Did your brother use magic on my sister?” I murmured to Kilian. He looked over at them, his silver irises narrowing before he shook his head. “No. He doesn’t use his magic like that. Not even with Driada.”
He fluffed Atlas’s hair. “Are you alright, son?”
“I will never understand why men are so sensitive to pain when they are always the biggest cause of it.”
Distracted by my anger, Mal lowered his mouth to my mooncake and took one massive bite. “Testing for poison,” he said, chewing. “No poison.”
“Would the little Skygard, Nia, and my mother like these?”
Thora Isa Skygard owns every and each of my darkest secrets. If someone can bring me down, it would be her.”
Candles blew off in the room, pulling a dimness over us. And soon, walls of black rose around us, enshrouding us in absolute, pitch-black darkness. Then…his mouth was on mine, rendering me senseless, dizzy, and utterly mad.
“He was the first person I’ve ever cared for and loved. I would have never known how to care for another being had it not been for him. No one had taught me—I had to learn it myself. I learned it through Mal. If I lose my brother—” He shook his head. “I can’t lose my brother. Don’t make me choose, please. I love you both.”

