The conversation I’d had with Ree.
About the young fae who had died in Silventine Wood.
Aboutwhohad likely ended their lives.
And about how powerful that entity was.
I sat upright in bed, my eyes widening, as an idea formed.It might work. Maybe, just maybe.
And I realized I was willing to tryanythingto save my mate. No matter the risk.
Outside the window, hazy light streaked across the horizon, and a small meteor blazed across the remaining twinkling stars. A small smile spread across my lips when I saw that shooting star.
It felt like an omen.
As though the gods approved of the idea I just had.
And seeing the remaining tail of that burning meteor reminded me of the Wishing Stone. Of the celestial magic that Stone had brought. Of how I’d saved my uncle with it. Of how the gods and goddesses had created that great Stone that could overcome any fae magic.
Of how godly magic was likely theonly wayto save Kole.
Yes. It’s a sign.
Kole stirred beside me, his muscles bunching and moving. His breathing increased, alerting me to him awakening.
I leaned down and tapped him softly on the shoulder, then pressed a kiss to his neck. “Kole, I have an idea.”
The sun was still risingby the time I finished telling Kole what I wanted to do.
He frowned heavily. “That’s a risky plan. It putsyouat risk.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Perhaps, but it’s the only realistic chance we have at saving you.”
“You could die, Prim,” he said quietly.
Tears threatened to fill my eyes, but I wasn’t going to let him focus on me, so I forced a dazzling smile. “Technically, I’m already dead.”
But my forced cheer did little to alleviate his heavy frown. “But as Nicholas said, you could suffer the Great Death.”
“That’s only if God Diredan decides to kill me, but I can’tnottry. Please don’t ask me to sit idly while you turn into—” My smile faltered, my lips quivering. “I have to try. If you were in my position, you would do the same.”
His hand covered mine, and warmth from his palm seeped into me. But he felt hotter than normal.
Frowning, I pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re hot. Stars Above, you’re already running a fever.”
He pulled back, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he moved closer to me. “If you go, I’m coming with you.”
“But you’re already?—”
He brought a finger to my lips, his eyes bright, a fever truly setting in. “I’m not dead yet, and I’m not too sick to be there.”
“But you’re alreadyrunning a fever, Kole,” I repeated.
“I’ll take a fever-reducing potion.” He cupped my cheeks. “But we should prepare first if we’re truly going back to Silventine Wood.”
