Three days after the wedding, they left.
The camp threw them a farewell celebration, smaller than the wedding but no less heartfelt. Wolves howled their good wishes. Vampires raised cups of ancient wine. Hybrids pressed small gifts into their hands, tokens of gratitude and love. Mira hugged Lena so tight she could not breathe, her face buried in Lena's shoulder, her body shaking with happy tears. Damon shook Kael's hand with genuine warmth, his eyes brighter than they had been in months. Even Lilith offered a rare smile and a whispered blessing, her ancient voice soft with something that sounded like hope.
"Where will you go?" Celeste asked, adjusting the strap of Lena's pack.
"Somewhere quiet. Somewhere private." Lena glanced at her husbands, at Kael's golden eyes and Caspian's red one
