Page 214 of Wrath of the Fae

‘Raven?’ she calls after me.

When I look back, I see her holding out my dagger. ‘It’s yours.’

I walk back and take it.

‘Thank you, Rhea.’ I slide it into the waistband of my trousers.

‘We never found Jonah,’ she says in a hush. ‘Or Ezra. We looked everywhere for their bodies, but-’

‘You won’t find them,’ I tell her, smiling. ‘We’ve made sure of that.’

I join the guys on the balcony's railing and take their hands in mine. They both look at me with such love. Such joy. Such peace in their once damaged and violent souls.

We have each other. Nothing else. No one else.

Just us.

‘Where to, Princess?’ Cyrus asks, planting a kiss on my knuckles.

‘Everywhere,’ I reply. ‘Let's go everywhere.’

They both spread their wings and step off the balcony, leaving me standing on the platform to watch them.

They dive and soar together before stopping to look back at me, beating their wings as they wait.

I offer Rhea one final look. One final smile for my twin sister.

The Fae Queen.

‘Love you, sister.’

‘Love you more,’ she replies. ‘Be happy. All of you.’

I open my arms wide and close my eyes, falling back and relishing in the wind as I plummet. I stretch out my wings and soar, feeling the cool breeze blow through my feathers.

And we fly for hours. We fly for days.

Reid, Cyrus and me. Together or not at all.

Till the end of time.

forty-two

Epilogue.

Reid:

Fates above. How did I get to be this lucky?

By all rights, I should be dead. Or worse, suffering an eternity of torment either by the many Fae I fucked over, or at the hands of the woman whose trust I shredded over and over again.

Instead, I’m sitting at the edge of a crystal clear ocean with waves lapping on deep purple sand with a glorious sunset sinking below the horizon, watching the woman I love writhe beneath my best friend.

Her back is arching again as he edges her for the third time.

He’s pushing his luck. If he carries on denying her, our Queen will be pissed.

I love how her mouth falls open like that. How every muscle in her body goes utterly rigid. How her hands clench and grab at the sand.

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