Page 168 of Broken Veil
“Whole?”
Carys turned and looked up at him. “Yes.”
He frowned. “It’s an annoying, shitty thing to feel like half of yourself lives in another person. Especially someone you don’t always like.”
She let out a long breath. “Is this how you feel about Lachlan? Like, all the time?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“I’m sorry.” She laughed a little bit. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s not funny.”
Duncan’s mouth turned up at the corner. “No, but it is a bit.”
She swallowed hard and laid her head over his heart. “I felt it,” she said. “What Seren felt for Lachlan. When she was with me, I couldfeeltheir love.”
His voice was rough. “What’s that like? To feel someone else’s love?”
“It was overwhelming,” she whispered. “And… clarifying. Years of memories. Years of loving him. This fierce devotion burning in the center of my chest.”
Duncan’s heart was racing under her ear. “Carys?—”
“It’s the way I feel about you, Duncan.” She lifted her face to his. “It was the way I know I’m going to feel about you in ten years. Twenty years. That fire never left her even when she died.”
“That’s it then,” Duncan said. “You’re stuck with me, Carys Morgan. Even after we leave this life.”
“If the past three weeks have taught me anything” —she settled her head against his chest again— “it’s that there is way more than one world. And death isn’t an ending at all.”
It washer last day of imprisonment. Or what her aunt graciously called her recovery.
Carys had been pacing around her room, eager to leave and explore her uncle’s castle. Dafydd had assured her that all their travel arrangements back to Baywood were taken care of by his man in Cardiff and that when they were ready to go home, a plane would be waiting.
For the first time since she’d returned to the Shadowlands after her first journey there, she actually felt like she was enjoying a holiday.
Someone tapped on the door.Nêrys?
“Come in, Cadell.”
She was alone in her room and sitting by the window, looking at the kitchen garden where workers were cutting branches, harvesting late summer crops, and enjoying a warm breeze.
She turned when she heard the dragon enter her room.
Cadell wasn’t alone.
“Hey!” She smiled at the little girl in his arms. She couldn’t have been more than three or four, and she bounced in Cadell’s arms, speaking rapidly in Cymric.
“Yes,” he said in English. “This is my nêrys.” He smiled at Carys. “This is Mared’s youngest. She’s been very eager to meet you, but she doesn’t speak any Anglian, so I will translate for her. Her name is Eleri.”
The little girl perked up when she heard her name and smiled at Carys.
Carys had no idea her father’s dragon had a child so young. “She’s adorable!”
Mared had a dark complexion and tight, curly hair, and Eleri shared her features. Her curls were pulled into two high buns that made it look like she had mouse ears.
“Oh my god,” Carys said with a gasp. “She’s a baby dragon.”
The corner of Cadell’s mouth turned up. “Yes,” he said carefully. “She is.”
She pressed her hands together, forcing herself not to grab the little girl. “Oh my god, she’s a baby dragon!” she whispered.
