KaelThe silence of the pack house was the best thing I’d heard in weeks. No chanting, no roaring wind, and no sound of bone-deep magic tearing the world apart. I sat on the edge of the oversized bed in the bedroom, watching Darius sleep. The sunlight caught the sharp line of his jaw, now finally losing that sickly, grey pallor.We had won. Xander was a pile of dust in a scorched field, and the portal, though it had put up a hell of a fight, was gone.Darius stirred, his eyes fluttering open before stretching his hand toward me. I took it, his fingers lacing through mine. He was my husband, my anchor, and for a few hours in that clearing, I’d thought I’d lost the soul of my life."You're staring again," he murmured, his voice sleepy but warm."Hard not to," I said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You look human again.""I feel human. Mostly." He sat up, the silk sheets sliding down his chest. "How’s the leg?""Aveline stitched it. Said I was a giant baby about the local
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