“Aye,” she smiled. “ButIwish that ye do.” She folded her arms over her tiny waist, as the circling mist brightened and glowed. “Ye do ken that I cannae hold the world at bay forever, until ye see fit tae fall back intae it, do ye no’?”
When he dinnae respond, she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and held her hand out, once more. “Come, Chisholm. The right…circumstances, are already in play. We’ve no time tae waste.”
He shook his head. “Ye dinnae understand,” he maintained, desperate to make her grasp his need to stay without having to bare his dark deeds to everyone watching. “ ’Tis imperative that I remain here.”
“ ’Tis yer fate that ye go.” Her voice was soft but her tone, firm, as she came to him down the makeshift aisle.
“Fate?” he almost laughed. “Then ’tis surely eternal purgatory that ye’re sendin’ me tae.”
Soncerae shrugged. “That’s up tae ye. The two days of mortality are yers tae make of them what ye will. When and where ye go from here, is ofmychoosin’, my gift tae ye, but once there, no one can make yer choices for ye. The consequences are foryetae create.”
“I’ve yer solemn word on that?” he asked suspiciously.
“Aye,” Soni nodded.
“Fine, then,” Darach snorted. “ ’Tis hell I’m choosin’, and hell that’s chosen me.” He reached for her outstretched hand. “So, we might as well get on w’it.”
