Conal lay in bed with me, lying on his side, he had one arm in his usual protective stance around my body, the other fisted against his chin. He leaned down to kiss me softly, his eyes warm but troubled. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes.” I reached up to touch his face, running my fingers across his cheek. “I know this is what we"re meant to do.”
“Pray tell - how are we going to do this?” he asked. “What you"re suggesting, how do we know it"s even possible?” His voice had an air of uncertainty in it and I leaned up to kiss him.
this“Trust me, there must be a way. Epi will know it.” I was uncompromising in my belief that Epi could do what I needed. If anybody could do it, he could. It would involve magic and Epi was a master. At least, that was my fervent wish.
“Alright. We"ll talk to hi
