Page 61 of A Match Made in Coven

Sarah Michelle opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips as she surveyed her handiwork. The rosebush now stood proudly over Elijah’s grave, its blooms swaying in the night breeze.

Lorcan stared at the beautiful creation, eyes watery. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“You want to tell me about him?”

“Not tonight.” He hadn’t made peace with his grief yet. With losing his found brother, the person he thought he knew better than himself—but who had kept so many secrets instead.

Sarah Michelle hugged him, squeezing tight. “Whenever you’re ready.”

They sat in companionable silence, the distant hoot of an owl the only sound in the quiet cemetery. Despite the pain, Lorcan’s heart was full. Full of gratitude for the witch by his side, her kindness, her understanding, her quiet support.

Finally, he stood, offering his hand to help her up. As she rose, he pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. The scent of her mingled with the sweet fragrance of the roses.

Lorcan pulled the hair away from her face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Let’s get you home now.”

Sarah Michelle nodded.

He turned to Elijah’s grave. “Goodnight, my friend.”

Lorcan couldn’t be sure, but he felt a gentle pat on his shoulder, just like the ones Elijah used to say goodbye. With one last regretful nod, Lorcan steered them away.

They walked on, the cemetery’s shadows giving way to the light of dawn, as they stepped into a sunrise that whispered of healing, love, and adventures yet to be written.