Page 112 of A Spell for Midwinter's Heart
“Are they always like that?” asked Gavin, his skin finally returning to its natural shade.
“Yes, but it means they’ve accepted you.”
“My family isn’t like this,” he murmured as he watched the distant coven, and his eyes flashed with grief for what might have been.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you found us.”
“Found you, you mean.” And he kissed the top of her forehead.
“Right.” She grinned, so very gooey again.
Gavin pulled her in close, and she rested her head against his chest, her heart syncing with the rhythm of his, as in the distance, Stephan pointed at Kel, mouthing excitedly. A circle of crows appeared overhead, cawing and dropping a rain of flower petals that patterned the snow with the vibrance of spring. Everyone applauded and spoke in animated tones—dreaming of what might be, together.
Only ten days ago, she had asked herself—what even was the point? What was the point of working so damn hard when it could all be taken away at any time? When, after all your labors, you still might fail?
This. This was the point.
Love was thepoint.
