I’ve only taken a step or two when Des appears several feet from me. I stop, and I don’t dare breathe. This feels like a spell, one that will be broken the moment I move. We stare at each other for one beat, then two. And then the spell is broken. Des disappears, only to reappear right in front of me. The Night King crushes me to him, and it is everything I need. I gather his shirt into my fists as his lips find mine. Suddenly, it feels like I can breathe again, like the world has colors and purpose and joy because Desmond Flynn, King of the Night, is alive and in my arms.
