“Kill her already!” Silas yelled from across the room.
I craned my neck to see Silas lying on his side with two fae healers hunched over him. Arcs of buttery yellow and deep blue light swirled around Silas’ body, mending where I’d plunged the knife into his back.
I grinned as I watched him wince in pain.
Worth it.
Lora cocked her head to the side as she peered down at me. “When does the birthday curse kill her?”
The Fae Lord beside her pulled a pocket watch out of his robe and frowned. “Should have already happened.”
Fear seized me. What did that mean?
Lora’s head snapped in his direction and dizziness washed over me. “What!? So now that doesn’t work either?”
One second I was watching them argue and then the next Lora threw a golden egg at my feet and I was sucked into it.
She didn’t want me to hear this conversation—not that I would understand it with my head injury. It felt like my brain was mush.
I landed on my butt, hard, and expected to be in our apartment in New York. Instead I peered up into a pair of blue eyes that made my heart stop for a full second.
Castiel.
He looked so much like Brayden it took my breath away.
“Averly.” He fell to his knees before me. “Help!” he called to the others as he looked at the blood that no doubt covered my neck and shirt.
Lora had transported me to the Greywolf siblings’ jail, and now they were all rushing out into the living room area to be at my side.
“She’s hurt.” Castiel whipped off his shirt and immediately cradled my head with it. I hissed at the throbbing pain, trying not to trace my gaze over his rock-hard abs and chiseled chest. Did they have a gym down here? They must have…
Axel moved to hook his arms under me but Castiel growled at him. “I’ve got her,” he said.
With one fluid movement, he picked me up into his arms and cradled me against his chest.
“Averly.” Blake and Natalie swam into view, frowns on their faces.
Blake’s cuffs were glowing blue as she reached out and pulled Castiel’s shirt off to look at the back of my head.
“Can you heal her?” Castiel asked his sister-in-law.
“Bring her to the couch,” she said.
Castiel brushed his fingers across my neck, which caused another memory to hit me.
Castiel dressed in a grey suit and beaming at me with the biggest smile I’d ever seen. Beside him was Brayden, Axel, and Gabe.
It was our wedding.
“Wren, in a world where we can live forever, there is no one else I would want to do forever with,” he said, and then slipped a ring on my finger.
My throat tightened with emotion and then my lips crashed into his.
“Averly!” Natalie shook me a little and I jerked back to the present.
Turning my head, I looked at Castiel.
What the hell was happening? First a memory of dying in Brayden’s arms as Lena and then marrying Castiel as Wren… it didn’t make sense.
