Chapter Thirty-Six
Phillip
Phillip had been okay with dying. He’d welcomed it if it meant Aurora got to live her life. He knew Bela would be fine. They’d have a new king who would wield the Basile power. Ric, his son. He may not have thought he was ready, but Phillip hadn’t been either when the crown was placed on his head.
What Phillip hadn’t expected was to ever feel the thump of his pulse pounding in his temples again—the splitting pain of a headache, or a bone-weary exhaustion from using too much magic.
Something heavy pressed down on his chest, and as he forced his eyes open, a head of golden hair came into view, the strands splayed across his shoulder.
His heart-rate kicked up. He was alive. How? True love’s kiss should have killed him. It should have taken all his magic and lef
