Fe Heroes Deirdre Novels & Stories

All I knew was that I was…gone. Until I heard her. Not Keilah. Deirdre. Her voice wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t some fading echo. It hit me like a thunderclap. “Damien.” I turned—if you could call it that. In this place, there was no body, just consciousness… drifting. Then there was light. Soft at first, then blinding. Warm, but not burning. And in the centre of it—was her. Deirdre. She wore the same white dress from the night I first saw her at the blood gala, the one with the silver threading and the low back that made every creature in the room pause. Her smile hadn’t changed. Gentle. Knowing. Terrifyingly beautiful.