“What?” I cry out as I realize the implications of what he’s saying. Gaelyn was his mother. Our mothers were best friends, and my mother tried to save his from Merlin’s clutches.
He sits on the edge of the bed and buries his face in his hands, processing everything we’ve just found out. “So… Merlin wanted my mother?” He says quietly.
“That’s an understatement,” I scoff in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood a little.
“And our mothers…” He starts.
“I think they would have been very happy to see us together,” I say with a smile, placing a gentle hand on his back.
He turns toward me and pulls me close, burying his head in the crook of my neck and sighing deeply.
I wrap my arms around him too, resting my head on top of his. The scent of his hair is like smoky, fiery freedom. I could
