He nodded. “Marry me, please?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I believe you heard me, oh, mighty high lord of Weldsbane.”
Fury,he growled in my mind.I love you.
And he showed me.
Oh, how he showed me.
After, I fell asleep with his kissed promise still warm on my mouth.
I woke partway through the night to . . .
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Drask perched on the lower bed rail, his head cocking this way and that.
He watched me.
Vexxion stirred but didn’t wake. He rolled away from me as I slipped from the bed and walked over to the window.
Drask soared over to land on his perch, staring up at me as I slid the window open for him to fly through.
As I suspected, he didn’t leave.
I turned to face him, and his gaze sunk into mine . . .
When I jerked my eyes away, he flew up to land on my shoulder. He pecked my cheek gently, the fingerbone he held in his beak gouging my skin.
The third vision waited.
“It’s time?” I hissed, wanting to see but wishing I could hold it back. This bone had taken me to the cave where I’d listened to Ivenrail and the Liege arguing, where the king revealed howhe’d twisted dregs with magic, where I was shown they could fly.
Whose bone was this?
He thrust it toward me again.
Taking it, I was sucked down into . . .
Dark blue drapes had been cinched back at each of the four bedposts, and their ends fluttered in a floral-scented breeze coasting through the large bedroom.
Ilay in the bed beneath soft blankets.
No, no, it couldn’t be me.
“Who?” I whispered, and the words echoed around me.
I’m grateful you’re here,a lilting woman’s voice said in my mind.Watch closely. You must not miss this, dear one.
Who are you?
You’ll soon know. It’s . . . wonderful.
