“I missed you too,” she said, leaning against me. “Come to my room tonight, after she’s asleep.”
“I was already planning on it,” I said, kissing her again.
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Kira
THIRTY YEARS LATER
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torm clouds rolled over the garden, crackling with the promise of what was to come. Any moment now the rain would begin, lightning would strike, and my daughter would be blessed by the Gods.
“Will it hurt?” Sora asked me, as she had done many times while she was growing up.
“Only for a moment,” I said.
It was her twentieth birthday, and today her mates would be chosen. It had been over thirty years since that day for me, but I still remembered it well. Enva had appeared to me for the first time and then I’d been struck by lightning, doused in rain, whipped by wind, and had fallen in the mud. Now I k
