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It was not possible at all.
Mordred dismounted his horse as Eod ran up to him, barking and eagerly jumping up in an attempt to lick his face. Distractedly, he greeted the animal. “But…”
“C’mon doggo, that’s our cue to leave.” The wizard started off into the woods, whistling for Eod, who ran over to the other man’s side.
“Doc, what the fuck are you doing here? Get back here! Why’d you abandon me, you—” The all-too familiar female voice broke off abruptly.
And that was when he saw her.
Hair, the color of fire. Wings, the same. Beautiful. Perfect.
His firefly.
Had he lost his mind?
Had he truly gone mad?
How was it possible?
Her orange-yellow eyes went wide upon seeing him as she froze like a deer.
“C’mon, pup. Let’s leave them to it,” the wizard murmured as he walked away, taking Eod with him.
Mordred could simply do nothing but stare for the longest time. When he found his voice, he felt as though he were addressing a phantom. A spirit. An impossibility.
“Gwendolyn…?”
She smiled, nervous and shy. “Hi.”
FIFTEEN
Mordred felt as though time had frozen around him.
It had to be an illusion of some kind—a trap. The wizard must have placed him under some manner of enchantment.
“Mordred, I—” The apparition of Gwendolyn spoke, her voice quiet and unsure. Frightened. The sound of his name on her lips cinched a vise around his heart.
Stepping toward her, wondering if the mirage would shatter, he closed the distance between them. She was watching him with those eyes the shade of flames, flicking between his, clearly uncertain.
She was afraid of him. Or perhaps, of what he would do.
This was no illusion.
It was her. She was real. And she was here.
Questions ran rampant through his mind. How was she still on Avalon? Had Galahad betrayed him? How was she an elemental of fire once more? How had that possibly come to pass? And was she here to aid him, or to harm him?
For one moment—one short moment in time—he allowed himself not to care.
Gwendolyn squeaked as he picked her up by the waist, seeking his lips with hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against a tree, his heart overfull and breaking at the same moment.
His Gwendolyn had returned to Avalon. Or perhaps, she had never left.
Threading his claws into her hair, he pulled, drawing a gasp from her. It allowed him to deepen the kiss. He wanted to never forget the feeling of her. Their shared dreams had been only a ghost of reality—a pale shadow of what the waking world could offer them.
She moaned against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold onto him. Her beautiful dragon’s wings were unfurled.
He wanted her. No, he needed her.
