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At least our story hadn’t turned out like Romeo and Juliet, where we sacrificed ourselves thinking the other was dead. I’m not dead, but the healing magic isn’t kicking in and healing me.
Why didn’t you tell me you could heal? Kieran asked and squeezed my hand. No wonder you kept getting better so quickly.
I … I didn’t know. I thought the fae just healed fast and that I wasn’t hurt as badly as everyone thought. I tried to open my eyes again, but they only fluttered. I think I got the healing power when I sacrificed myself in the sacred pond. And Mother Terrea blessed me with another gift the moment I passed, which explains the fire.
Then, when you used it on me, you expelled the residual magic left behind. He sighed, then lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. I’m damn grateful you had it so you could heal yourself to win the Comortas and bring me back before I was dead for too long.
Maybe Fate was watching over us after all. Then I’m glad to be rid of that magic as long as we are together.
“Her eyes.”
Orla’s voice startled me, and adrenaline pumped through me enough that I managed to open my eyes. I gasped. I hadn’t expected to wake up in Kieran’s tower bedroom with Orla, Dallas, Maeve, Brianne, and Nolan around me.
My sister sat on my other side, her frost-blue chair set by the bed. Dallas stood behind her, his face lined with concern. Maeve guarded the bedroom door as if waiting for an attack while Brianne and Nolan sat at the end of the bed, both with grim expressions.
“You’re awake.” Orla took my free hand. “Thank a warm sunny day.”
I smirked. “Three Summer Fae and three Winter fae all in one room without hurting one another. Who would’ve thought?”
Kieran laughed, the sound warm and carefree. “You, mo fhlùr. You’ve wanted this the entire time and knew it could happen.”
He was right. I had, and even my younger version in my first life embraced that dream. Though the realm wouldn’t change overnight, given the resistance of the High Fae who’d had it easy for so long, I had no doubt all the people in this room would make the change happen, especially with Brianne being connected to both courts.
“And when the Winter King loves my sister, who am I to hold a grudge that was never my own?” Orla leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Besides, it’s not like I can get rid of him. With marks like that, the two of you won’t ever be apart.” She pointed at my neck and then at Kieran’s.
I’d been so transfixed by his eyes that I hadn’t glanced at his mark. Now I saw that the half sun and snowflake weren’t only white outlines anymore but glimmered with bright-pink magic that resembled the flames I’d called from my hand. I glanced down where I could just see the bottom of my mark and found shadowy blue swirls emanating from it.
Our marks were gorgeous, and the coolness of Kieran’s magic ran through me as naturally as my own.
Dallas huffed. “Alina, if befriending some frosties doesn’t prove how much I love you, I don’t know what will.”
A deep, menacing growl emanated from Kieran, and I pushed my love and calm toward him. I glared at Dallas and said, “Stop flirting. You’re married, and I’m?—”
“Taken, engaged, and the future queen of the Winter Court,” Kieran interjected, claiming me in every way.
And I loved it. “You never asked a rather important question,” I teased, focusing back on my mate.
“Believe me, when everything is settled, the question will be asked, and I expect a firm yes.” He reached out and stroked my fated-mate mark. Heat flooded through me. Or I might have to punish you, and you can’t heal yourself anymore.
I wasn’t sure anything he did to me could be a punishment as long as his hands were the ones on me.
“If Alina is up to it, the High Court is waiting for us.” Nolan cleared his throat and averted his gaze to the floor as if he knew exactly what was happening between us.
Dallas coughed. “I agree because the way they’re looking at each other is very discomfiting.”
“Says the obnoxious flirt,” Maeve muttered from the door.
“I think someone is jealous,” Dallas singsonged, glancing at the warrior, and the smirk fell from her face.
I wanted to enjoy the moment, but the mention of the High Court concerned me. “How long have I been out?”
“Just a few hours. It’s nearing dinnertime, so we should go down if you’re able.” Orla nodded.
Kieran shook his head. “No. She was unconscious for some time after using a ton of magic. They can?—”
I want to go home, I interjected through the connection. To your home, away from here. I want to immerse myself in the Winter Court.
My stomach dropped as another realization dawned. He was talking about marriage and a future, but he was promised to Quinley.
