Aria
Not fear of losing a battle or fear of death, but fear of losing her.
Ryan’s voice dropped to a broken whisper. “Please.”
The single word nearly destroyed her. But she had already made her choice. “I love you,” she said softly.
Ryan’s face went completely still. Aria stepped closer and pressed her forehead against his one final time, savoring that last moment, that last memory. Then she whispered, “And that is why I have to do this.”
Ryan grabbed her again, desperate and broken. “Aria—”
She kissed him. And for one brief, perfect second, everything else disappeared. The war, the kingdoms, the prophecy, and the Source all faded away. There was only them. Then she stepped away and began walking
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