“You’re real, right?” I whisper. “I’m real.” The Night King is giving me that gaze of his, the one that makes me feel like I’m worthy of worship. “I thought I lost you—” My voice breaks. He curves up the corner of his mouth, and he looks at me so tenderly. “There are many uncertainties in life, but this one thing holds true: I will always come back to you, cherub.” Des is not just darkness. He’s moonlight and stardust; he’s wishes and adventure and a love as vast as the night sky. And he’s here, alive.
