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“Theirs?”
His smile turns soft and wild all at once.
“Yes, love. Dragons often have multiples. They are perfect.Our young.A presence unlike anything I’ve felt before. So new. So pure. And impossibly bright.”
He presses his forehead to mine, his voice trembling now with awe and adoration.
“You have made me so very happy, you wonderful creature. You’ve given me more than I ever dreamed I could have.”
Tears fall freely now, and I don’t bother to stop them. They’re not born of fear or uncertainty anymore.
They’re born of joy.Of love.
“I love you,” I whisper.
The words aren’t nearly enough for everything I feel, but they’re the best I have to offer.
He pulls me into his arms then, wrapping me in warmth and magic and the kind of unshakable certainty that I never thought I’d know. Not here. Not in this strange, dangerous, beautiful place.
But I do.
With him.
“I love you, too,” Alaric breathes, kissing my temple with such fierce tenderness I swear I feel it echo in my bones.
“And I will love our young with every breath I take. As I love you,Myrrin. Until the stars themselves go dark.”
And, in that moment, I know—with more certainty than I’ve ever known anything before—that there is nowhere in this multiverse I would rather be. Not Earth. Not some version of the life I used to think I wanted. Just here.
With him.
“You are right where you belong,” Alaric says, his voice like velvet over steel. “In Nightfall. With me.”
A laugh slips past my lips, soft but real. “Well,technically, I’m only here because you came to Earth and stole me.”
His eyes gleam with heat and something even more dangerous—devotion.
“And I’d do it again,Myrrin. Every. Single. Time.”
He says it without shame. Without hesitation.
Like stealing me from everything I knew was the best decision he’s ever made.
And maybe it was.
Because it brought me here—to love, to purpose, to this impossible, beautiful life.
To us.
To a love that makes my heart soar and my soul sing.
Epilogue Two
ALARIC
The Eyrie to Castletide—thefortress of Kael, Lord of Water
After, when her soft cries have quieted, and she’s trembling in my arms with satisfaction and sleep, I do not move.
