My gaze fell to Endymion’s, and I nearly crumbled from the sorrow coursing through our strengthened kintor.
“No, Little Star,” he’d said. “From the first moment I laid eyes upon you.”
As I stared into his soul—the one bound to mine—wishing more than anything that love alone would be enough to save me from this fate. Alas, that’s not how it worked. The best I could wish for now was for him to move on. To find love elsewhere. To survive my death.
My powers began to stir in response to Wymond’s spell.
It was time.
Focusing forward, I placed a palm on his back and willed my magic to stay put. Then, raising my other hand, I locked eyes with Endymion.
I’m sorry, I mouthed.
With a deft hand, I slid out the hidden dagger my kintoran had armed me with, then slammed it into my heart.
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Child of everything. Child of nothing. What have you done?
Sweet child.
Lost child.
Child of everything. Child of nothing.
He will come.
Come to claim.
What have you done? Child of all. Child you’ll fall.
He comes. He comes.
Can’t hide.
What have you done?
Child of everything. Child of nothing.
Blackness.
It didn’t surround me. No. I wasinblackness, as if it were an entity that swallowed me whole. There was no sense of time or place. The afterlife, perhaps. Whatever it was, it was disconcerting.Though, I’d have to admit, it was also peaceful. Pain hadn’t followed, and if this was where I was to exist for eternity, then I prayed it never found me here.
May our fate be kind. And may we be strong enough if it’s not.
Fate hadn’t been kind.
But had I been strong enough?
Was stabbing myself strength, of the coward’s way out?
I didn’t know.
All I knew was that I was light. Free even. Like I could breathe for the first time in my life—or I suppose, death.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
