When Liam and Damian arrived at Duskfall and swung from their horses, Leila and Selene were already waiting in the courtyard.
Selene moved first. She crossed the stones quickly, stopping only when she was close enough to touch him. Her hand found his wrist, then his chest. “You came back.”
“I promised I would.”
She pressed her forehead against his, a shiver in her breath. “I kept hearing the horns in my sleep. I thought…”
“You thought wrong.” His arm went around her, firm. “I’m here.”
Leila’s eyes shifted to Damian. “You brought him home.”
Damian’s answer was curt. “He needed no bringing. He walked back as he should—on his own feet.”
That night, silence filled the castle halls.
Beyond the walls, the city slept, but in Liam and Selene’s chamber, the candles burned low, their flames
