ログイン"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
***Silas's POV** The door to my chambers slammed shut behind me with the force of a thunderclap. I stood in the darkness, my chest heaving like I'd run a thousand miles. My hands shook with rage so pure it felt like poison in my veins. The image was burned into my mind, silver lightning cracklin
***Celeste** The old cemetery smelled of death and decay. I stood among the broken headstones, my heart hammering against my ribs. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and the only light came from the single candle Elder Morrison held in his weathered hands. "She should be here soon," he m
***Evangeline point of view** The Great Hall sparkled with darkness. I stood before the massive mirror in my chambers, staring at someone I barely recognized. The woman looking back at me wore a gown made of midnight itself, black silk that seemed to swallow light and shadow flames dancing along
They were fading, replaced by darker thoughts. Colder feelings. The satisfaction of seeing enemies kneel. The pleasure of watching fear in someone's eyes. "Uncle Marcus," I said aloud, trying to hold onto something good. "Dead," my reflection said casually from the broken mirror. "They all die e







