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I hated him at first. Perhaps a part of me still did. But one thing was certain... He was the air I breathed. I could not live without him.
“I was happy,” my mother murmured. “I have been happy. You saved me from much worse. Even now, I do not regret it.”
The words were for me, not for him. I understood.
“Just as humans have a light and a dark side, so must have the fae.
Violence became Draven. He wore it like I wore my hooded cloaks.
“Perun’s power came with a price. The price was blood.”
“The fae called the sword Excalibur,”
“The weapon was said to make the one who wielded it utterly invincible. The fae stole the sword from us and hid it. Now you will retrieve it for me.
“I will mold our brother into a worthy servant of my reign, one way or another. The way of the Pendragons is not for the faint of heart.”
“I burn for you, Morgan. You've set me aflame...” “Then let the flames consume us,”
“Well, whatever he is,” Vesper said. “He clearly doesn’t think I’m good for you.” “Maybe he’s not wrong,” I said saucily. “Oh, he’s not wrong.” Vesper pulled me to a halt and kissed me long and hard. “But that’s why it’s so good, Pen. Everything wrong is.”
Vesper’s words had sounded like a vow. The kind a knight gave his king. Or his queen.
“Stop taming the battlecat,” Draven said, looking slightly annoyed. “She’s a killing machine. Not a house pet.” “Says the man who snuggled beside her all night,” I retorted.
“Go. I’ll find you, Morgan.” I felt a shiver go through me. The words were a vow. A promise. I knew they were unbreakable. No matter what happened he would do as he swore. “Now go. Get the hell out of here.”
Beware the dread curse of Three, The sword, the spear, the grail’s mystery. Blood calls to blood, the dark shall rise, Forged by the gods under sacred skies
My enemies have slumbered in peace for far too long. When I wake them, I shall remember you with thanks. The blind girl who freed me from this infernal prison.
Something about me must be evil to have deserved all that I had endured. My own family believed I was an infection to be subdued and suppressed lest I contaminate them with my otherness.
“A gift to you then. Forged in blood and darkness. A bond that can never be broken.”
