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Sunaria turned away and stared back at the ash.

I followed her gaze. “What have you done?”

All eyes fixed on the corner of the room.

Slowly, reverently, dust swirled upward, drawn by a force that was not life, but something deeper, older . . . insatiable. Bone took shape beneath the cinders, sculpted by unseen hands, each rib rising like a cathedral arch, crowned by the quiet pulse of something eternal. Muscle coiled around that frame with elegance, flowing like molten onyx over a body too perfect for nature.

A rapid evolution of bone and flesh formed into a masculine figure. Igniting life, veins pulsated along a taut sinewy torso and surged toward outstretched limbs. Hands with refined fingers shaped, fumbling and grasping.

Facial features failed to settle.

He emerged like a god rebuking death, his body carved with the precision of an ancient Greek statue, shoulders broad and powerful. Skin kissed by moonlight that poured in through the window.

Every movement was poetry written in muscle and sin. His face so devastatingly handsome, angular and timeless.

Tousled hair the color of midnight. His gaze conveying a sensual awareness, as if tasting the air for desire rather than blood.

His focus locked on Sunaria with astonishment.

Then, he stumbled forward, jaw gaping in a silent scream. Dark eyes searching the chamber and finally he locked on Alex.

Alex froze, holding his breath.

The being collapsed as if struck by an invisible force.

We watched . . . waited . . .

Who was this man? Somehow, Orpheus—and yet not. Sorrow in his beauty that spoke of the underworld. And at the same time, Jadeon’s temperance shone through with a sacred patience.

“Fabian?” Alex whispered. “Who. . . ?”

I stared into his eyes and gave my answer.

Alex fell to his knees.

Chapter Sixty-Seven

ME

Awakening from oblivion I writhed, gasping for life. Opening my eyes, I saw her at last, my beloved Sunaria, perfect in every way. Her exquisite face lit up and tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

She was here.

Real.

Close.

I staggered.

Others stared on, but their faces faded into the background. Taking my time, I studied my form, admiring my nakedness, delighting to see my limbs were perfectly-fashioned and my torso firm and masculine.

“Orpheus? Is it you?” Sunaria cried out.

“Yes,” I smirked at the profoundness of it all.

I recalled what had happened at Stonehenge, my terrible death and yet . . . I was now reborn.

A magnificent, living awakening.