Giuliana looked around. “Are we still in Encantado?”
“Yes and no. We are in the Greenwald but in a place you could never reach unless I allowed you.”
“You always lived near Dominic,” Romano realized.
“Don’t tell him. He’ll fuss about my moving onto the lands.”
“Can you? If you can close off this area, can’t you bring it with you into the protected area?”
“I have never thought to try. Perhaps. Hold on.”
Zahara closed her eyes and reached her hands up to the sky. Romano held her through it all, seeming to give her whatever he could. He didn’t have gifts like Giuliana or Silva, but he’d been able to create something special with Zoey.
“This is going to be wild,” Zahara said, laughter echoing her words.
The world swished and swirled, and then righted itself instantly. Giuliana covered her mouth to keep from getting sick. At least they weren’t moving anymore. Zahara flicked at a space over Romano’s shoulder. It opened and Dominic stood there, shirtless, eyes wide, and Zoey peeking behind them.
“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?”
Unfazed, Zahara laughed harder. “I’m home, grandson.”
Dominic stared at the older woman in Romano’s arms. “Nonna?”
“We have a lot to explain, but maybe not in your bedroom, yeah?”
Zahara cackled. “Romano asked me to move in, so I did. I’ll have to change the portal location. Wouldn’t want to randomly see Dominic’s ass in the air.”
The group, worn and exhausted from battle and almost losing some, laughed. Zahara stayed true to her word and moved her portal. They entered and were facing away from Dominic’s home. Somehow, Zahara’s home was in a space right where Dominic’s was.
“I’ll move it later, when I’m less tired. For now, this is as good as I could do. My power just sought him out.”
Translation: her love for him was the only thing she had the strength to conjure after what she’d done.
In awe of her power, Giuliana bowed to the Alpha’s grandmother but kept silent with her thoughts.
They were home, that’s all that mattered. They would live to fight another day.
Chapter Eighteen
Pasquale led Giuliana to his home long after all the explanations were made. Dominic released them to rest and ordered they’d make the outcome known to the pack the next day. He’d wait to talk to Lorenzo first, before anyone else, to give him a chance to know what had happened with his friend.
Giuliana still didn’t know how to think about Kieran and his life among the pack before he’d revealed who he really was. It was easy to blame him. And maybe if Silva and Kalinda had died, she’d be more inclined to condemn him. But they hadn’t, and in reality, neither had Heath. Minor injuries were all that was left after everything went down.
In the outcome, one could say they’d made it out of the war without a scratch.
Of course, Giuliana had seen all they’d faced and knew the truth. They’d nearly been broken, and there were still so many unanswered questions. No matter what, Silva had been Queen of the Fae—well, still was—but there were atrocities happening in her name. Going home wasn’t an option with Kalinda having to stay in Encantado, her sister was still missing, and they didn’t know the story around that.
And Kieran had escaped.
There was no telling what would come in the days ahead. The amount of hell they’d faced in just under a year was terrifying, to say the least.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Pasquale hesitated in front of his door, the shadow of his porch leaving his eyes glittering in the darkness.
Giuliana sighed. He was still the most incredible man she’d ever lay eyes on. “We’ve been through a lot.”
“The pack, or us?”
