Page 36 of Darkened Wings

“I guess so.” Studying Callum’s face as he swirled me through the crowd, I swallowed hard. “Thank you for all the dances.”

“May I kiss you?” How many times had he said this in my dreams?

“Yes, please.”

It was a soft kiss, and sweet, a mere brush of lips, but it made me feel better than anything had in a long time, and when the song ended, he walked me back to Astra where she stood along the wall then he melted into the crowd.

If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

For the first time, I felt like I’d been part of something here, and also I might have met my mate. Was it even possible for a damaged raven like me to marry and have a family?

I wasn’t sure.