“After she died, I never imagined I’d come across another woman like her,” Des says. “Someone who’d lived through much and still inherently knew right from wrong. Someone strong and brave.” His hand squeezes mine. “And then I met you.” I blink my eyes several times, my throat thick. Des sobers, his grip on my hand tightening. “When I saw you lying there, your wings broken…” He shakes his head. “It brought back memories from that night in Karnon’s throne room, and that night…that night brought back memories of my mother’s death.”
