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He’d been waiting for her from the moment he’d been born.
And as if she’d heard him, Bryce exploded into life.
She was warm, and she was safe, and she was home.
There was light—around her, from her, in her heart.
Bryce realized she was breathing. And her heart was beating.
Both were secondary. Would always be secondary around Hunt.
She dimly registered that they were kneeling in the Old Square. His gray wings glowed like embers as they curved around them both, holding her tightly to him. And inside the wall of velvet-soft wings, like a sun contained inside a flower bud, Bryce shone.
She slowly lifted her head, pulling away only far enough to look at his face.
Hunt already stared down at her, his wings unfurling like petals at dawn. No tattoo marked his brow. The halo was gone.
She ran her shaking fingers over the smooth skin. Hunt silently brushed away her tears.
She smiled at him. Smiled at him with the lightness in her heart, her soul. Hunt slid his hand along her jaw, cupping her face. The tenderness in his eyes wiped away any lingering doubts.
She laid her palm over his thundering heart. “Did you just call me a fucking coward?”
Hunt tipped his head to the stars and laughed. “So what if I did?”
She angled her face closer to his. “Too bad all that healing firstlight didn’t turn you into a decent person.”
“Where would the fun be in that, Quinlan?”
Her toes curled at the way he said her name. “I suppose I’ll just have to—”
A door opened down the street. Then another and another. And stumbling, weeping with relief or silent in shock, the people of Crescent City emerged. Gaped at what they beheld. At Bryce and Hunt.
She let go of him and rose. Her power was a strange, vast well beneath her. Belonging not only to her—but to all of them.
She peered up at Hunt, who was now gazing at her as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. She took his hand. Interlaced their fingers.
And together, they stepped forward to greet the world.
95
Syrinx was sitting in her apartment’s open front doorway, whining with worry, as Bryce and Hunt stepped off the elevator.
Bryce scanned the empty hall, the chimera. “I left that door shut …” she began, earning a knowing chuckle from Hunt, but Syrinx was already sprinting for her.
“I’ll explain his gifts later,” Hunt murmured as Bryce herded a hysterical Syrinx into the apartment and knelt before the beast, flinging her arms around him.
She and Hunt had stayed in the Old Square for all of two minutes before the wailing began—from the people who stumbled from the shelters to discover that it had been too late for their loved ones.
The Horn inked into her back had done its job well. Not one void remained in the Gates. And her firstlight—through those Gates—had been able to heal everything: people, buildings, the world itself.
Yet it could not do the impossible. It could not bring back the dead.
And there were many, many bodies in the streets. Most only in pieces.
Bryce tightened her arms around Sryinx. “It’s okay,” she whispered, letting him lick her face.
But it wasn’t okay. Not even close. What had happened, what she’d done and revealed, the Horn in her body, all those people dead, Lehabah dead, and seeing Danika, Danika, Danika—
