Outside, a human servant waits, his head bowed. In his hands is a bouquet of wildflowers. “Yes,” Des says, moving to the doorway. “I have a gift for the Night King’s mate,” he says, lifting the flowers a little as he speaks. I push myself off the bed. “Callie,” I say, crossing the room. I take the bouquet from him. “And thank you for the flowers.” His head hesitantly lifts, and I stare into his cool-green eyes. “Thank you for what you did,” he says softly. “None of us will forget.”
