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“As you wish, my lady.” He rains kisses down my cheek; along my jaw, against my neck, pressing his devious lips to my wildly beating pulse. “Just look at you, Finley. You’re the most glorious thing I’ve ever beheld. My sweet, brave love. If it weren’t for you… I don’t know what I would have done.Goddess,you give me life.”
“I don’t know what I would have done either,” I whisper, heat unfurling in my core. I want him so badly. I want the sharp, exquisite pain of his bite. I wantallof him. “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have…”
I wouldn’t have been able to keep it all together.
When I started to change, Corvan didn’t see me any differently. He didn’t become threatened by me or try to stop me.
He simply accepted me, flaws and all.
And he’s held me, every step of the way.
I can hardly believe that this man—beautiful, patient, fearsome—is all mine.
“It’s all right, Finley,” he rumbles, caressing my jawline with the pad of his thumb. “Everything is well. And you’reperfectlyfine.”
His fangs pierce my skin. His bite is more like a caress.
I swoon.
And his roving thumb dances between my lips. I close my eyes and bite on him gently. Lips parted, a soft groan escapes me.
If I was aroused before, I’m on fire now.
He takes from me.
He takes, and brings the wild magic in me to heel. The branches and vines slowly unfurl, releasing me, but I don’t fall.
I’m in his arms.
And he’s kissing me; holding me.
Knowingme.
I let go, but I don’t fall.
Corvan’s here. He’ll never let me fall, and I’ll never let him become lost.
High up in the canopy, in the dancing morning light, we discover each other again.
Everything is in perfect balance, and the world belongs to us now.
EPILOGUE
Finley
In Tyron, it felt like the winter would last forever.
But then the trees sprouted tiny leaf buds, and the snows became lighter and lighter until they were no more, and the ponds and streams started to thaw.
And then all of a sudden, the world just decided to burst into bloom.
All around Tyron Castle, there grow trees that exist only in this part of the empire.
Now they bloom in hues of pink and red, decorating the forest with brilliant color. I don’t know what they’re called, but I can smell their sweet, heady fragrance from afar, and sometimes I catch a burst of gloriously frenetic energy from them.
Suddenly, the air is abuzz with insects.
For someone like me, the springtime is intoxicating. The plants and trees hum with the euphoria of new life, and I canfeelit. Like a drug, it affects me too, at times making me giddy.
