After what seems like an eternity of torture at Eleleth’s hands, we split apart, fully dressed and reformed, my violet fire having simmered down to a slow burn. Lussi kneels, sobbing.“I did not want you to see that. What have you done, Dia?” he cries. “Every Harrowing, you must now endure my travails.”I fiercely yank him up into my arms, and hold him so tight, around his waist and wings, I could break him with the gristle of my biceps. “What kind of godsdamned wife would I be to let you endure that alone?” I comb his flaxen hair, take a bit of rose oil from my pocket and rub it into his horns. He smiles softly as I wipe his tears away, wrapping his wings around us. “Lussi, my love, let’s go hunt the damned white hart.”We fly to Barri Woods, our marital birch grove where we met as blushing virgins on our wedding night. We scout the snow for tracks of the elusive white harts that live here. Lussi has h
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