Slowly, my eyes roll up and I gasp. I reach up with my fingertips and find that there is a crown on my head. I pull it off so I can see it, and hold it font of me.
Stunned, I just stare at the twinkling lights. Like teeny, tiny fireflies, except they’re…stars.
I look at Aric in his golden armor—a sure sign of godly strength if ever there was one.
Then Declan, and his golden wings—certain that they will carry him to wherever he needs to go with exceptional speed.
Then Quaid, with his glowing gold eyes. He smiles at me. “Mr. Nobody?” Then he laughs. “Not anymore. Fuck the glasses because I don’t need them. I’ve got these now.” And he points to his eyes.
I look back down at my crown. “What’s it mean?” Then look back up at the guys.
“What’s itmean?” Declan laughs. His gold wings rising up above his shoulders as a way to express his amusement.
“It means you’re our queen, Star,” Quaid says. His eyes glowing like the crown in my hands.
And when I look at Aric, he bends over into a shallow bow, offering me his hand.
I take it, and the other guys crowd in around me we take our first steps into our new life in Paradise.
I am a queen with three kings.
Mine.
