Warmth spread through my chest.
I was doing it. Making the connection. Like a shared understanding.
“Well done, my dear girl.” Magdalena nodded with pride.
“I feel… connected.”
“Because you are now aligned.”
Aligned.Yes. That’s how I felt. Like there was no distinction between where I ended and the magic began.
“Ready to do some more work?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
For the first time, I wasn’t afraid of what time could do to me. I understood whatIcould do within it.
This connection could lead me to the ring.
If this was the answer, I’d keep my memories.
And I’d have him.
Wolfe.
Chapter 43
Wolfe
“When Fate Begins to Burn”
The sun climbed higher, its light doing nothing to burn away the frustration coiled tight in my chest.
I’d just returned from patrol with the senior unit to Duskmoor.
There was a disturbance there last night at one of the outer checkpoints. Three villagers went missing, the doors to their homes left wide open. After I left Dreynthor, I went to check it out. It was the first occurrence since my return from Morgäven.
After the nightmare I’d witnessed at the last site, I expected to find something just as horrific.
But we found nothing.
It was just like before Marcus intervened and showed me what to look for.
Today there no tracks. No evidence. No trace that anything had been there at all.
The tinged of dark magic didn’t even fill the air.
I wanted an enemy I could face. All this phantom threat had done is keep me chasing shadows.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had settled there like stone, and turned toward the tent where my Bloodsworn waited.
I’d summoned them because we hadn’t met since the wedding. I needed to talk to them about the plans going forward.
We had the situation to contain across the kingdom. And in fourteen days Elariya’s memories would be lost to us again. Now that I had her back, I wanted to come up with a plan of action.
I was trying to get as much done as possible before the celebrations tonight.
Last month was hard knowing that she was going to forget me. The Seer’s warning that she might not always love me had cut me to core.
