Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I went to kiss her the moment it was done, but she pushed me away, grabbed my hand, and summoned the silver ice she wielded so well.
I hissed under my breath as winter wrapped tight around my wedding finger, marking me in the same way, leaving behind a gleaming silver band that shimmered with all the love she had for me.
The bond between us flared wide, flooding me with her desire, her love, her hunger. Rook’s eyes flashed silver as she felt the same wave from me.
With a low growl, I hauled her against me, one hand burying in her hair, the other gripping her waist hard enough to bruise if she was mortal. Our lips crashed together in a kiss that was pure madness. Fire and ice clashed, sparking and melting, creating steam that billowed into the stars.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through my soul. Her hands clawed down my back, pulling me closer as if she could fuse our bodies together just like our hearts and souls.
Forever, wife. I sent into her heart. You’re mine forever.
Her icy power wrapped around my eternity like the most exquisite chains. And you’re mine, husband.
We kissed like the world was ending and beginning at the same time, and as I summoned the dreamscape...something fluttered against my mind.
A barely there, scarily soft thrum.
I froze.
Fisting her shoulders, I jerked her away from me, my gaze locking on her belly.
“What...?” She panted from our kiss, her thoughts struggling to catch up.
For the first time in decades, I had a secret.
A colossally crazy secret as my power cut through the thunder of Rook’s heartbeat and locked onto the quieter one beneath.
A second heartbeat.
Tiny. Strong. And oh, so fucking perfect.
But then she heard me.
She plucked the shock straight out of my head.
Stumbling backward, her hands pressed against her flat stomach. “It...it can’t be.”
I staggered as the truth smacked me right in the face.
I’d spent most of my human life thinking I didn’t want children.
I’d spent most of it being tortured to breed.
And for some reason, I’d assumed the day we’d died...we’d lost the ability to create life the normal mortal way but...
Her lips parted as her gaze filled with tears. “Are you sure?”
I closed my eyes, focusing inward.
The purest little sound answered back. Clear and steady and impossibly beautiful.
A child.
Half her, half me.
“I’m sure.”
I had no idea what any of this meant.
No idea what our future held.
But I did know I wanted this.
I wanted to create life from death, happiness from pain, and write a new beginning.
With Rook.
With Whisper.
With all the souls we were guardians over.
And the little daughter Rook now carried...
THE END