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“No.” His eyes pleaded with me.

A wet rattle escaped my throat as I looked to Vellia. “I wish to sever this mating bond so that Grae may live without me. Save him.”

“No!” Grae sobbed, gripping my face tighter. “Calla, no, don’t. I can’t go on without you. Please, no.”

“May our people be led into a better future,” I prayed. “May they know peace. May the humans of Olmdere thrive.”

“Don’t leave me.” He pressed his wet lips to mine. “Please.”

“I love you,” I whispered onto his lips, feeling the inevitability of this choice, the peace of my decision.

Vellia’s voice filled me as golden light swirled around us and that cold numbness within me morphed to warmth.

“That was the right wish, my love,” she whispered.

People gasped as warm, brilliant sunlight flooded through me. I kept my lips on Grae’s, the perfect end, as I let that sunlight consume me and felt myself fade away.

Forty-One

Golden light flashed behind my eyelids and I squinted them open. Calloused fingers stroked my temple, brushing my hair off my face. I peered up into Grae’s soft eyes, bright daylight circling his head like a halo.

“Hello, little fox.”

“This must be the sweetest dream,” I murmured, my lips pulling into a smile.

All at once, it came flooding back to me, and I bolted upright. My head swirled as Grae caught my shoulders and guided me back onto the silk pillow. The soft mattress hugged my curves. The room smelled clean and floral, like lemon and honeysuckle, a cool summer’s breeze wafting in through an open window.

“Easy,” Grae said.

“I’m alive.” My brows pinched together. “I’m alive?”

His hand smoothed down the sleeve of my chemise, emotions choking his voice as he whispered, “You’re alive. You’re safe.”

“I don’t understand. Vellia... my dying wish...” My eyes darted across the ceiling as though the answers were written in the rafters.

I touched the center of my chest, where Sawyn’s magic speared straight through me. Unbuttoning my chemise to my belly, I gasped. The blackened hole was now smooth skin the color ofmolten ore. The scars radiated out in rivers of gold from the center of my chest like a bursting sun.

“How?” I trailed a finger over them, expecting them to be cold and smooth, but they only felt like skin, and I wondered if they were golden all the way into my bones.

“Your wish.May our people be led into a better future. May they know peace.” Grae’s voice wobbled and he lowered onto his elbow, stroking a hand down my cheek as pain raked through his expression. The same look that I saw as I felt my soul leaving my body as he watched me die.

“I heard Vellia’s voice,” I whispered, threading my arm around his side and pulling his torso against me. “She said it was the right wish.”

“It’s you, Calla.” Grae lay down, gathering me against his hard chest. “You are the one who will lead the people to a better future. The only way it could be fulfilled was if you lived.”

Mouth agape, I shook my head, and I wondered if that tricky faery had twisted the truth of my wish out of her love for me. WasItruly the key to Olmdere’s future? “I made that wish for you—”

His lips silenced me with a kiss. I pulled him tighter, filled with the assurance that I was indeed alive again as his mouth enveloped mine.

Grae’s lips skimmed across my jaw and up to my ear. “And in doing so, made it for all of us.”

I swallowed the burning knot in my throat. “Gods, that’s too much for anyone to bear. I—” His lips met mine again and I laughed. “Are you going to kiss me every time I worry?”

“If it works.” He grinned, breathing in my hair just as he had done that day back in Allesdale.

“A bonfire after a rainstorm,” I whispered.

“What?”