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I watch her.
Her auburn hair catches the evening sunlight, and her green eyes shine with excitement.
She looks happy.
Truly happy.
And I would rebuild the entire world if it meant keeping that expression on her face.
“I have something to tell you,” I say.
She stops spinning.
“That sounds ominous.”
“It is not.”
“Last time you said that, you accidentally summoned a thunderstorm over my flower delivery.”
“The driver was rude.”
“Vidar.”
I smile.
“This is different.”
I take her hands.
“When Nemesis’s curse broke, my divine essence was restored. But something else happened.”
Wren studies me.
“What?”
“It bonded with yours.”
Her eyebrows rise.
“Is that good?”
“Very.”
“How good?”
I brush my thumb across her knuckles.
“It means you may choose to share my immortality.”
She goes still.
“Wait. What?”
“You would no longer age as mortals do. Time would not take you from me.”
Her lips part.
“Vidar…”
