The Lunar Legacy
She’s spark, Sam—keep her dancing.
Kevin’s arm slid around Sam, pine scent strong, amber eyes locked on hers, mind-link warm—her laugh, his root. “She’s right,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear, tattoo pulsing, a vow in every touch—they’d fought, bled, won, together.
Cora rose, silver braids catching light, voice soft, resonant. “Children, your fire rebuilt this. Hold it—love it.” Her eyes twinkled, amulet still, Mist whispering. Peace, my heart—they’re home, whole.
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