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“It’s not up to you, mother.” The Prince stepped forward, facing Rev, loathing still withering on his face. “I accept.”

“Good. Mychael?” Rev turned to the guard.

He flustered, clearing his throat. “Y-yes, Baron. I will accept as well.”

“It’s settled then.” Lamoral clamped her hands together and sighed. “Now let’s move on from this subject. Queen Rina, I am in need of a drink.”

The Queen glared at Rev, then me, and back to her son who still met Revich’s gaze.

Madame Zoreyah stood, her muri with her, and she excused herself from the room in an obvious state of exhaustion.

I moved to Geyrand as Captain Yarah took Lanna’s hand, leading her out of the room.

“Do you think this will work?” he asked, taking my hands in his.

“I do. I believe in Rev. If he can just get more channelers to Felgren, he can train them quickly. I can help.”

“I need to go.”

“I know.” I let go of his hands to embrace him one last time. “Please send word when Viv has the baby. I’d like to visit after a few weeks and do what I can to help.”

“I will write to you.” He brought my fingers to his lips, just like that fateful day before I left Hyrithia behind. “I’m glad I was the one who found you, Karus.” He glanced toward Revich. “I’m glad I was able to bring you back to him.”

“Me, too, Geyrand. Me, too.”

Rev and Imade it back to our room in The Spinning Wheel, both of us exhausted, both of us sipping styris tea along the way. We fell into our one bed, sliding our hands over each other, undressing slowly, carefully, and slipping into the sheets.

We’d hardly spoken, our minds processing everything that had happened.

“How can I say goodbye?” I whispered as he held me to his chest, my tears free-falling off the bridge of my nose, only to land in a cold splash onto my other cheek.

“Clairannia and Figuerah know how much you love them. It is that love that has endured over years and that love that will continue to grow and nourish. Even when you are apart.”

“I don’t know Felgren without them,” I sniffed, wiping my nose with my hand. “They have learned to live without me, but I still need them.”

“You have them. You will write to them, and they to you. And if you ever wish,”—he pressed his forehead to mine—“if you ever cannot stand the thought of not being near them a moment longer, I can send you to them through a portal. You can visit for a few days.”

I brushed his neck and kissed him.

“Of course, I’ll be pining the entire time you’re gone, but that’s secondary.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling my body over his.

He traced the lines of growth on my hips and murmured, “Do you believe in me, Karus?” His hands flitted up my waist before settling back down over my backside, his thumbs smoothing over my skin.

“If I believe in anything, it’s you.”

“And do you trust me, Karus?” He pulled my hips forward, sliding over the length of him, my body silken with the desire he continuously pulled from me.

“If I trust anyone, it’s you.”

He pushed me back, and I moaned at the friction between our bodies.

“Do you want to go home, Karus?” Pulling me along again, I instead shifted, slipping him inside my body, the movement forcing a breath through his clenched teeth.

“If home is anywhere, it’s with you.” I bent forward, sliding up and down, my mouth crashing into his as we loved each other one last time in the tallest inn, in the highest room, of the city of Hyrithia.

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