My eyes opened, and Hywel was fuzzy, milky with tears, and too close for my gaze to know where to look. "Yes, blodyn bach. If your heart is not whole yet, you have use of ours." Laszlo kissed the back of my neck, nose nuzzling the spot. "My wings are yours, dear one." "And my fire," Hywel whispered, kissing me once more.
