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I checked the amulet. The amorite sparkled, the delicate chain held. Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to think. It’s a miracle I could over the shouts of a hasty retreat.
If the soldiers were retreating, then Gorlois must be dead. Excalibur had flown true.
I turned, ready to walk into the warmth of Arran’s arms—
Two bodies were on the ground.
Gorlois did not move.
But neither did Arran.
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VEYKA
“Veyka.”
A gentle voice. A gentle demand.
“Veyka, let Isolde look at him.”
Cyara. She was tugging on my shoulder.
“Don’t touch him!” I screamed, shoving her away. “He is fine. He has the scabbard. He has the scabbard. He cannot bleed. I cannot bleed. We… we saw it work, when they shot the arrow at me… he cannot bleed,” I sobbed.
But I was covered in blood.
Arran’s blood.
Thick, scarlet, coating everything. The grass, my hands… the priestess’s vision snapped into my mind.This. She’d seen this.
Dead—Gorlois was dead. Really dead this time.
But Arran…
A white hand covered mine. I thrashed, throwing it away. Suddenly, I was being pulled back. A set of pale hands. Cyara, dragging me away.
“No! Do not take me from my mate!” I screamed, bucking, desperate. Arran could not be dead. I could feel that golden string in my chest. I could feel him. He couldn’t die. If he died, I would die. I didn’t want to live—
“He is alive.”
Isolde stood, hands at her side.
Everything inside of me splintered.
“But he won’t be for long,” she said.
No hands could have held me then. No magic. I threw them off. I crawled across the ground to Arran. His chest… Excalibur had gone straight into his chest. Straight through Gorlois, dealing a death blow there before continuing on to my mate.
My throw.
My sword.
That was why he was bleeding like this—why he was injured. The scabbard could protect him from the world—but not from himself. And that is what I was… the other half of his soul.
The bleeding was slowing.That must be a good thing. He is going to heal. He is powerful. The most powerful fae alive. He is going to heal, despite the cursed clearing.
The blood slowed enough, from a spurt to a steady flow. I could see each heartbeat… slower… fewer.
