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The frequency rumbled from deep in the earth as it poured through Willow and afterward through them all. Waves of energy pulsed now, stronger and stronger.
A white light began to glow around them which caused Margetta to utter a shriek of anguish and afterward to fly swiftly in a northern direction. He could see she was panicked, which gave him tremendous hope.
“Keep streaming, Willow, no matter what happens.” The battle still raged, but Vojalie’s earlier vision swept through his mind of an explosion of white light. And as Margetta began to withdraw her troops, he added, “Prepare for the impossible.”
Willow turned and held his gaze. She seemed to understand because she smiled. He met Alexandra’s gaze, then each of her sister-fae in turn. A group understanding travelled among them all and as one they flew in the direction of the battle. The vibration from the heart of the Nine Realms stayed right with them and continued to increase in speed and power.
Malik shook from the adrenaline and the vibration.
The fae chanted once more, Willow with them.
The chanting grew louder and as they reached the periphery of the battle their joined energy began to flow outward faster and faster. As that energy reached successive battling pairs, every warrior, whether vampire or Invictus, suddenly ceased all movement except levitation.
On they moved in Margetta’s direction, passing to the center of the battlefield. Each time they drew close to an Invictus pair, stasis occurred again.
Margetta shrieked louder, calling for her army to come to her. A great number of them rushed to her side as she ushered them into the north. She shrieked and shouted.
But Malik’s team grew stronger, the power flowing heavily until suddenly, the power erupted into a ball of pure white energy, flashing through the night sky and encompassing the Vampire Guard, the Troll Brigade on the ground, and all the remaining Invictus pairs. The white energy rolled, exploding in waves over and over, rushing through him, through Willow and through the five fae.
Chills chased over him and his heart pounded. The Nine Realms was a land of frequencies and this one that emerged from the heart of all the realms felt like love and power combined. He slid his arm around Willow’s waist and drew her closer to him, wanting to share the moment with her.
As waves of white light kept moving and exploding, he held her gaze.
Her beautiful hazel eyes were filled with tears and great happiness. “We’ve saved the wraiths.”
He nodded. “Hell, yeah, we did!”
Alexandra the Bad called to him. “Kiss her, warrior. It will do you both a lot of good and heal three centuries of your desperate solitude.”
He didn’t need to hear the advice twice and as the cyclone of magnificent power surrounded them all, he drew his bonded blood rose into this arms and kissed her. Willow melted against him so that he could feel her heart beating in rhythm to the flow of the white waves. I love you, Willow, with all my heart.
He heard a soft coo leave her throat as he deepened his kiss, his tongue making promises for a later joining. She slid her arms around his neck. Her words flowed through his mind, You will always have my heart, Mastyr.
He kissed her deeper still, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her as close as he could. He wanted her to feel all that was in his heart.
When at last he drew back, the heart of the Nine Realms began to recall her power, and the white waves slowly eased back.
With one arm still holding Willow close, he glanced around and saw that Margetta was gone as well as a large portion of her army.
The fighting had ended, and Zane had already taken charge.
The explosion had rendered the remaining Invictus wraith-pairs harmless so that both the Vampire Guard and the Troll Brigade were binding up the pairs that Margetta had failed to take with her.
What went through his mind was that he would never have believed that chasing Willow through the forest repeatedly would have led him to this moment of being bound to her and working with the Fae Guild leaders to defeat Margetta. He knew his experience had been different, and that no other mastyr or a bonded blood rose had been able to connect to the heart of the Nine Realms as he and Willow had. Maybe they were unique in that way. He wasn’t sure.
Regardless, he felt humbled and grateful that he’d been able to be part of resolving an impossible situation. He thanked each of the fae for joining with him and Willow, and he especially thanked Alexandra for encouraging him not to be stupid.
Finally, he turned to Willow and despite the fact that he had an audience he kissed her again, letting her know in this way just how much she meant to him.
Because of the bond, he could feel the warmth of her response and what his arms felt like surrounding her. She, too, was full of gratitude.
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Willow continued to hold within her bones the latent vibration that had come from the earth and resulted in the stunning explosion of light and power and warmth that had enveloped the entire team. She felt changed and so full within her spirit that she could barely form a proper string of thoughts. She savored the feel of Malik’s arms around her, the sensation of his tongue pulsing within her mouth, the strength of his Guardsman body.
She loved him with every particle of her fae-wraith spirit.
She loved him.
