His words sink in, and everything finally makes sense. The inexplicable pull I feel toward him, the way my heart seemed to know him long before our paths ever crossed. It’s as if every black feather was guiding me to where I was always meant to be.
A simple black feather, the love of a woman who caredenough to give her husband a second chance—somehow, they’ve woven our stories together.
I believe in fate, in signs, and in mystic powers that be.
We are all here for a reason and mine was to find and love Mason, to give him a future that Lilian was unable to.
“I love you, Mason.”
“God, I love you too, Cleo baby. My life starts with you.”
I bask in his warmth and safety and fall asleep knowing that he will be here when I wake up, ready to move onto the next chapter of our lives.
I am glad this shift is over. I am always tired anyway, being alive for three hundred years now and all, but especially today. I was glad to hear that War got to our Cleo in time to save her when that creep from his past broke into her house.
"We sure did a lot of work to get those two together, huh, girl?" As I am finishing up wiping the bar, a black feather floats down from above and lands on the countertop. Looking up, I thank her.
"Thanks again, Lil. You were right about them being the perfect match. Easiest spell I ever had to cast." I blow her a kiss as I flip off the lights and lock the door to the diner. "Time to move on, I guess. My work here is done..." I snap my fingers and disappear into the night.
THE END
