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They all feared death in the end, no matter how cruel their actions were in life.
She’d always planned to serve as one of her sister’s advisers. Ellie would rule as Móirín’s High Lady and Arianna would function as her eyes and ears, resolving grievances before they developed into more troublesome problems. But if anyone discovered her ability to heal, she wouldn’t be serving at all. She’d be queen. And not just of those within Móirín. She’d be the queen of every Fae and half-breed on the entire continent of Alastríona.
For some reason, Rion wanted to erase the emptiness in those eyes. He wanted to make them shine. He wanted to know what they might look like if—
“Ninety-three. The oldest cursed with this magic in centuries.”
Brónach’s people killed those with Rion’s magic at a young age, right when they first showed signs of it. It had always made her uneasy. How could someone stomach to kill a child for nothing more than being born different?
Only direct descendants could inherit the powers of The Divine.
For reasons beyond her control, Arianna wanted this male to trust her. She wanted him to talk to her and the way he’d been fussing over her the last two days made her wonder if he felt the same. Demon. Was he truly a demon or had a cruel life forged him into one?
Something about Rion called to her in a way she didn’t understand.
He smirked, but the fear he’d once relished no longer held much sway, not when a certain female kept invading his thoughts. He didn’t understand the need to be near her. Or the feelings that had emerged when his body was on top of hers. Nor the way she’d seemed to welcome it.
His lips parted as she picked one up, speaking to it in hushed tones, and for the first time in his existence, Rion found himself believing in fairytales.
“The Divine and the Cursed. How fitting.”
No one was born a killer. The world made them into one.
He’d never felt these urges before. It was a need that set his body on fire and she was the kindling to his flame.
His lips grazed her shoulder and Arianna’s body ignited. “I should leave because I want to touch you, kiss you, hold you—” He cut himself short.
“You realize he isn’t permitted a mate.”
At this point, he’d give her anything. No matter what it cost him. And he’d never leave again. To hell with the war. To hell with his country. The only thing he needed was sleeping right beside him.
“Before you make any decisions, I need you to know that I’d give you anything, Arianna. No questions asked. If you want to go home, I’ll take you. If you want me to leave, I’ll go.” He took a shuddering breath. “If you want my life, it’s yours.”
Hers. He was hers and only hers. Forever.
No matter what challenges they’d have to face, she wanted this male at her side. “I want you.”
And in that moment, Arianna made a vow. She swore she’d never let Rion feel alone again. Not so long as she lived. Because he was hers to protect now and she was his.
“You’re my salvation and my damnation.”
“I love you, Rion.”
Home. But when had home started feeling more like a prison?
How did one mend when the remedy for their soul lay beyond reach?
Grains of earth surrounded her body seconds later like a warm embrace, carrying his scent with it.
Her little sister smiled. “Your Rion doesn’t seem so bad.”
Her vision blurred and Arianna tilted, but strong arms pulled her against a warm body, and she let herself fall into him, knowing exactly who stood beside her by his scent alone.
