Chapters (38)
“No.” His dark gaze glitters back at me when he pulls away. “Most probably because I’ve never been in love with anyone but you.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and it feels like all three years of being apart vanish with that one joyous sound.
“Stop, please. Any more and I’ll be forced to throw you in jail.”
“Dungeon-jail,” he corrects.
“I did call it that, didn’t I?”
“What feels like ages ago,” he agrees, lacing his wooden hand in my free one.
There’s a sunset quiet, the balcony of the former palace overlooking the busy construction below, the children—Crav and Peligli and Perriot included—running after one another in the grass, Varia and Fione sitting together under a tree napping on each other’s shoulders with Zeran in their lap, Malachite arguing pettily with Yorl as they oversee the metallic matronics moving some wood and stone to and fro, Nightsinger gracefully leading a stream of new ambassadors from the Star Continent on a tour around the grounds.
“What will you do now, Zera Y’shennria?” Lucien asks, voice dour and serious so that for a moment, I see the old him. The young him, the first time I walked into the throne room on that fateful Spring Welcoming day.
I look down at the empty bag where my heart used to be and put my hand to my chest. Every memory is back where it belongs. Every part of me is me again. My parents, my hunger, my journey—all of it is here, with me. I listen to the beating of my heart. Every time is new, every time feels like the first, and I grin mischievously.
“Live.”
THE BEGINNING
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Acknowledgments
Acknowledgments
At the end of all things comes the beginning of the rest of forever.
Things are hard, aren’t they? Writing is hard, and living is hard, too. I wrote this series because a monster of a girl inside me wanted out and wanted to be loved. And now you’ve seen her, and heard her, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
Sometimes, it is enough just to be seen and heard.
For my mother, Deb, and my father, Michael, thank you for the chance to be here, now, writing.
For my friends—Sarah H, GW, Ana, thank you. I’m a loner by nature (XD), but you make things bearable.