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The blood sharing, the mind-bending orgasms, the pent-up desire of year after year locked away from each other in hopeless despair - all of it came pouring out of us, leaking onto the ground like poison being purged from a wound.
We were being made new, something more than what we’d had in life, and something impossible in death.
“Je t’aime, mon amour,” Nicolas finally managed to say, his words breathless as he caressed my spine and licked the bite wound on my neck closed.
“I love you too, myaima,” I said, burying my face in his neck and breathing him in. I never wanted this to end, but there was a tiny spark of hope in my chest that wanted to call this a beginning.
I’d died and made it to this sweetest place in the mist.
I knew I was going to be pulled back to the real world, but I had an impossible new memory now. And if this magic existed, other magic did too.
“I’ll never stop searching for a way to bring you back,” I promised, because now I knew the mistcouldlet us go back.
“I’ll never stop watching over you,” he returned, raising up on his elbows to stare into my eyes, as I lost myself in his gaze.
I felt the presence of the mist before I saw it, and although it twisted my heart, I felt how it was time for me to go. I had a Trial to finish, and Ancient Magic to claim.
TheBook of Icewas a memory inside me, and when I figured out how to pull it into the real world, I would have the right spell to do the same for Nicolas.
“I’ll see you soon,” I said, giving Nic one last kiss as the mist began to envelop me. My eyes slid closed as I was pulled into the darkness, floating away from myaimaagain, but with new hope burning in my chest.
I could do this.
When I felt my body resting on solid ground again, I struggled to open my eyes. They felt gritty and dry, and my mouth was like a desert.
But the pain and aches of battle were gone, and I sat up easily, peering around me and finding myself surrounded by green leaves and bright flowers that were a different sort of memory.
Goddamn it. I was back in the Flora section.
That meant... yep.
A few dozen feet in front of me, backs turned, were Jillian and Darnell. For a brief moment I considered running from them, but then Darnell turned and saw me.
His eyes widened and he hissed something under his breath to Jillian. She turned, and a look of pure hatred crossed her face. I suppressed a groan. I’d actually forgotten that the last time we’d seen each other, I’d covered for Blaise while she stole theBook of Florafrom them.
I may have been killed by a horde of gobbelins, but they were the ones losing the Trial of the Flower Moon.
I grinned, cocking my head at them.
“Well, well. Never thought we’d see you again, princess. You look like shit,” Jillian said, sneering at me.
I looked down at my clothes, appalled to see they were ripped and mangled in all the places the gobbelins had clubbed and clawed me.
Well, damn. There was barely anything left of my leathers, and I had zero knives. No club and no pack with the lotus in it, either. That was going to suck when I came across more threats.
In odd contrast, my skin was clean and bright, without a single wound except the scar on my stomach.
Except... my fingers flew to my neck, and I ducked my head, unable to resist a smile at finding the circle of bruises from Nic’s fingers.
The mist had healed my pain, leaving me with the sweetest reminder of pleasure.
And although I didn’t have a single knife or other weapon on me now, I snarled up at Jillian in a way that made her take a step back. I didn’t need weapons to make her bleed.
“Come closer, and I’ll kill you for letting your boyfriend steal my book,” she hissed, trying to save face.
I laughed, stretching lazily. My body felt amazing, like I’d had... well, eternal rest and fucking great sex. “I’ll just resurrect again, Jilly.”
“Resurrect? So it’s true, then,” Darnell said, pouncing on the word and narrowing his eyes at me. “The mist allows return.”
