Page 77 of Rose and Shadows
Just like Draz had been.
It clicked perfectly for me then.
“Got it,” I told Isla.
She gave a nod, then stepped away to help a Light Fae student with her tangle who seemed to be similarly stumped as I had been.
I definitely liked Isla’s way of teaching. She guided, she didn’t lecture. And she read her students and where they were at really well. If you struggled, it wasn’t a failing or just something you needed to work harder at to get over, it was a full introspective catharsis.
Her patience also melded well with mine. I wasn’t always that way with myself. In fact, I’d been pretty brutal, especially in the past. But not to others. With my men, I brought that in my interactions with them, not as a strenuous thing I needed to work at, but a natural thing. And it had served us well.
Then, with this baby, being a mother… I could see it. Something positive I could bring.
That being the case, there could definitely be more that I could bring as well.
I smiled, then sucked in a breath and focused on the tangled magical sphere.
Here goes nothing.
I called my frost to the fingertips of my left hand, something I’d seen Sylas do—something so specific, where he could channel his magic just into a very specific area in a surgical way.
I held it steady without any trouble at all.
Emboldened, I then let it stream carefully directly in front of the sphere at its center.
My shadows swirled, emanating from my very being, rather than just my hands.
It kept my right palm free wherein I then streamed my purple Dark Fae power all into the same spot, my shadows encircling the frost and purple magic.
I pushed harder, then watched as it happened.
A door made of shadow, frost, and my Dark Fae power formed right there.
I flicked it forward and it connected directly with the sphere.
The tangled mass was sucked through it, then it all absorbed into the door itself, and I watched as the door grew in size and vibrancy, as I didn’t just untangle, but I created something new from the mess instead.
I sank back in my chair, a wide, unstoppable smile spreading over my face.
There was hope to be had.
A whole fucking lot of it.
And I was done allowing all the traumatic hellscapes of late undercut that for me.
I wouldn’t go back to that.
To the cold.
To the despair.
To the self-loathing.
I was so much more than what our enemies had tried to turn me into.
Our foursome was so much more than that.
And this baby would live and breathe that. I’d make damn sure that was all our child knew—that hope reigned above all else.
