Mag-log in"They'll never get tired of that story," she murmured. "Good. They should know what we went through to get here. What we survived." She pulled me to a stop, looking up at me with those eyes that still made my heart skip. "I'm glad you came for me. Even though I would have been okay eventually. I'm
"That's how you killed him?" This from Marcus, practical as always. "With the bond?" "With the bond and with magic and with determination to protect what we loved." I touched Hope's hair, then Marcus's. "To protect our future. Our chance at the family we'd been trying to build for seven lifetimes."
Chapter 159 Epilogue **Ronan's POV** "Tell us again, Papa." Hope tugged on my sleeve, her golden eyes bright in the firelight. "Tell us about the Shadow Realm." "You've heard that story a hundred times," I said, but I was already settling into the big chair by the fire. Marcus climbed into my ot
"I can't do this," I gasped as another wave of pain hit. "It's too much. I can't." "Yes, you can." Ronan's voice was steady even though I could feel his terror through the bond. "You fought Silas. You survived the Shadow Realm. You can do this." "That was easier," I groaned. He actually laughed.
The bond blazed so bright I could barely breathe. His emotions crashed into mine. Love and regret and hope and determination all tangled together. Helena turned to me. "Your vows, Lunara." My birth name. My true name. It still felt strange to hear it. I looked at Ronan and suddenly all my prepare
Chapter 158 **Evangeline's POV** The moon hung full and silver above us, so bright it hurt to look at directly. I stood at the edge of the clearing, barefoot in the grass, and tried to remember how to breathe. My dress was simple. White silk that moved like water. No train. No veil. Just me and t
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW Principal Morrison's office smells like coffee and old leather. The walls are lined with diplomas and awards, each one a reminder of authority and order. But sitting in the hard wooden chair across from her massive desk, I feel anything but orderly. My hair is still dam
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW Friday morning feels like walking into a trap. I know something is wrong the moment I step into the main hallway. Students cluster in tight groups, their whispers following me like poisonous smoke. Their eyes hold a different kind of cruelty today. Not just disgust or pi
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW The auditorium is packed. Every seat is filled with students chattering excitedly about the mandatory assembly. Teachers line the walls like guards, their faces stern as they watch for troublemakers. The air smells like old books and teenage anxiety. I sit in the back
EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW Monday morning brings a storm. Not outside... the sky is clear and blue. The storm comes in the form of Celeste Hartwell walking down the main hallway with murder in her eyes. I see her coming from my position at my locker. She moves like a hurricane in designer clothe







