LOGIN"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
I laugh, but it comes out broken and sharp. "Thanks. That makes me feel so much better." She stands up, and I notice she's wearing a long black dress that looks like it belongs in another century. Her dark hair is braided with small white flowers, and around her neck hangs a pendant that glows sof
Behind me, I hear him call my name once more, but I don't turn around. Whatever game he's playing, I'm not playing it anymore. *** ** At home, I sit on my bed with the journal in my lap and a pen in my hand. Outside my window, the sun is setting, painting everything gold and orange. Beautiful, e
Mrs. Rodriguez starts discussing the symbolism in our assigned reading. She asks about the protagonist's transformation, and hands shoot up around the room. The usual suspects offering the same safe answers they always give. My hand rises too. Mrs. Rodriguez blinks in surprise. "Yes, Evangeline?
"This stops now," he says. "You can't be serious." Celeste's voice rises to a screech. "You're choosing her over me?" "I'm choosing what's right over what's easy." The admission hangs in the air like a revelation. Like something he's been fighting to say for weeks. "But I'm your fiancé," Cel







