Page 131 of Lunar Desires
I stumbled in the snow, the cold like freezing whiplash. “What…shit. Not now. Send me back!” My voice echoed around me.
“Oh, Sweetvoice. Don’t you want to hear my marvelous secret?”
Footprints on the snow, the fae woman circling me.
My head swam in panic, Riley occupying every passing second. “I can’t… My?—”
“Your lover is about to die. But you can save his life. Iwantyou to save him.”
I sucked down the cold air, lungs working overtime. “How?—”
“Don’t ask, just listen. Take something rough to grate a Rainbow Stone over your lover. Any color will do. It will not break the stone by any measure. It will heal him, even in death.” She cackled. “I know The Sun can only heal to a point, unless he has the help of a brother. And The Star is…out of commission.”
She knew too much. She saw too much. She held too many secrets.
“Riley will?—”
“Will most likely be dead when you return.”
Her words were toxic barbs. “No.”
“The stones are the essence of life and death. There is more to them than what you have seen. Embrace this gift. I want dear Riley Croft alive and well. It is not his time.”
“I don’t trust you.”Multiply that by a trillion.
“Yes, Sweetvoice. But he doesn’t have to stay dead if you take my advice. I really hope you do.”
Keeping her secrets, she sent me back to a dead Riley. His eyes wide, skin deathly pale and ashen, a fatal hole in his chest.
Emily screamed. Isaac cast his Healing Light on him again and again, begging him to get up.
And a man sat on the floor beside him, covered in blood, his eyes as blue as each of his sons.
Daniel Croft. Free of his curse now he’d fulfilled the condition.
I had a choice to make: Collapse with heartache or take the fae woman’s advice.
It’d be so easy to throw myself on him, cry out my own pleas for him to get up. Instead, I pushed down the sorrow and scooped him into my arms.
“What are you doing?” Isaac demanded.
I carried him to the car as quickly as my feet could move. Laid him across the back seats, making a concerted effort to avoid his dead face again.
The next time I look at you, I want you breathing.
“Drake!” Isaac yelled, hurrying over. “What?—”
“Get in. I’m going to save him.”
Amazingly, he did as I asked.
I slammed the driver’s door against Emily’s wailing, noticing a figure looming in the doorway.
Daniel.
I’ll deal with you later…
Gunning the engine, I sped back to the mansion, filling Isaac in, keeping my broken heart together with the fae woman’s gift of hope.
