Page 82 of Daughter of the Dark Sun

Therat wiped the tears away from Mireithren’s face, his warm touch pulling her back, grounding her in reality. His fingers traced the length of her scars, gentle and sweet. They lay on the bed now, Mireithren cradled in Therat’s arms.

“From the moment I saw you under the shadows of night, I knew you as more than a woman from behind the Wall. When you came to me in the dead lands of the western desert, you saved me, pulled me back from the edge I almost tumbled over.Yourtouch awoke my heart;yourtouch calmed the shadows inside, who gave them a name.Yourname.”

“You speak nonsense, you must. I… what does this mean?” Mireithren whispered. If she could not believe his words, what else did she have in life?

Therat placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips grazing her skin. The warmth of his breath spread across a body at war with itself.

“It means we do what I told you to do those many long weeks ago in Cídhen’s Rest. Live for me and yourself. Screw everyone else. You are agoddess, Mireithren. We can figure out what it means together.” His lips trailed down, crushing into hers. Deep, passionate, earnest.

“And after that?” Mireithren whispered as she pulled away, tears in her eyes.

“The world m