Page 32 of Courting the King of Cliffs

We settled in the middle of the room, and Tremaine pulled me close until our bodies were pressed together lightly. Our eyes met, and the happiness in his could’ve melted me into a pile of goo.

“Ready?” he murmured to me.

“So ready.” I smiled, not trying to bite my lip or hold back emotion. He made me happy, and I wanted him to know that.

“I take you and give myself to you through all of life’s elements,” Tremaine said, his voice quiet but clear. He’d already sealed off the room, and no one could get through his defenses. Not even Quake.

I repeated the words, feeling our magic begin to swell between and around us.

He pulled me tighter, and his eyes glittered with emotion. “Through the anger of our fire. Through the disquiet of our wind. Through the shaking of our earth. Through the darkness of our water.”

I leaned against him more as I said the words too.

The sands had begun shifting, dancing, and swaying, the earth letting us know that it celebrated our bond just as much as we did.

“Regardless of who or where we have been, we are now one in mind, body, and spirit,” he said, and my eyes started to water as I said them too.

“I am your Tremaine, and you are my Lavender.”

“I am your Lavender, and you are my Tremaine.”

“Until the earth flies.”

“Until the earth flies.”

Despite the intensity of the words, as I stared into his eyes, I knew I’d love him for far longer than our world would remain. Our souls had found each other—and they would never let go.

Epilogue

Granite—3 months later

There were kids everywhere.

Flame’s twelve-year-old daughter was on fire.

Flood’s six-year-old was chasing her around with a bubble of water in her arms, laughing her adorably-maniacal little head off as she used her father’s magic.

A few of my brothers—Quake and Margo’s sons—were wrestling. Flame’s thirteen-year-old daughter was watching the shirtless teenagers way too hungrily, so Ivy was trying to drag her over to the food table.

My eyes lingered on Dissiri, though. She was telling Harper and Storm’s baby all about the trip we’d taken to the fire fae’s lands last week, to patch the cracks in the ground there.

We were having the time of our lives, traveling. It meant a lot of nights in new places, staring out at scenery neither of us had ever appreciated, and it meant a lot of time to talk about all the things we hadn’t been able discuss as kids.

I’d never even imagined that I could be so happy.

My lips curved upward as I watched Dissiri talk to the baby. We had no desire to start a family of our own anytime soon, but damn, did we love the other kings’ and queens’ kids.

Storm stepped into place beside me. My hands were in my pockets, my eyes still on my mate. “I haven’t seen her this happy since before she got her magic,” he said, his voice quiet.

“Fate has a sense of compassion, I guess.”

Storm nodded, slowly. “It’s clear that you love her.”

“More than life itself.”

“Thank you. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t know where we’d be in this moment if the past had happened any differently—and this moment is fucking perfect.”

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