Torric and Aspen finding their berserker forms for the first time.
And then — fire. A dragon descending. Golden eyes blazing.
Kieran. Coming to rescue me.
“You came out of nowhere,” I murmur.
His hand tightens on mine. “I was always there.”
“Voyeur,” Finn coughs.
“I will end you.”
A library. Light through the windows.
Aspen. Ice-blue eyes. Frost on his fingertips.
The first time the bond felt gentle instead of violent.
I feel him step closer. Cool presence at my back.
A lake. Steam rising.
Malrik. Silver eyes. Kissing me like drowning. Like air.
I don’t look at him. Don’t need to. The bond says enough.
A village. Fire in a hearth.
Torric. Finally touching me without holding back.
My chest does something stupid.
Even my shadows lined up on the headboard.
Japti. The same sacred space.
Finn. All that chaos settling into something real.
A cave. Darkness.
Darian kneeling at my feet.
Broken. Trying. Earning it inch by inch.
The Gate.
Light pouring through. The God emerging. Alekir’s end.
Me at the center. Wings spread. The Eds.
Bob’s salute.
Patricia’s notebook.
Finnick’s bow.
Linda’s final touch.
