“I used that gift to destroy. All of my life I’ve believed, been taught, I knew what I had, what I was, could never harm. But I used it to harm.”
Morrigan touched Glenna’s hair. “This is the weight, and it must be carried. You were charged to strike at evil with it.”
“I won’t be the same again,” Glenna stated, looking out to sea.
“No, not the same. And you’re not ready. None of you. You’re not yet whole.”
“We lost King.”
“He isn’t lost. He’s only moved to a different world.”
“We’re not gods, and we grieve for the death of a friend. The cruelty of it.”
“There will be more death, more grieving.”
Glenna closed her eyes. It was harder, even harder, to speak of death when she looked at such beauty. “We’re just full of good news today. I want to go back.”
“Yes, you should be there. She’ll bring blood, and another kind of power.”
“Who will?” Fear had Glenna jerking back. “Lilith? Is she coming?”
“Look there.” Morrigan pointed to the west. “When the lightning strikes.”
The sky went black, and the lightning arrowed out of the sky to strike the heart of the sea.
When she whimpered, turned, Hoyt’s arms came around her.
“It’s dark.”
“Nearly dawn.” He touched his lips to her hair.
“A storm’s coming. She’s coming with it.”
“Did you dream?”
“Morrigan took me.” She pressed closer. He was warm. He was real. “Some place beautiful. Perfect and beautiful. Then the dark came, and the lightning struck the water. I heard them growling in the dark.”
“You’re here now. Safe.”
“None of us are.” Her mouth lifted, met his desperately. “Hoyt.”
She rose above him, slim and fragrant. White skin against pearled shadows. She took his hands, pressed them to her breasts. Felt his fingers cup her.
Real and warm.
As her heartbeat quickened, the candles around the room began to flicker. In the hearth, the fire woke to simmer.
“There’s a power in us.” She lowered to him, her lips racing over his face, down his throat. “See it. Feel it. What we make together.”
Life, was all she could think. Here was life, hot and human. Here was a power that could strike back the icy fingers of death.
She rose up again, taking him into her, strong and deep. Then bowing back as the thrill washed through her like wine.
He wrapped around her, coming to her so his mouth could take her breast, so he could taste the pounding of her heart. Life, he thought as well. Here was life.
“All that I am.” Already breathless, he feasted on her. “This is more. From the first moment, for the rest of time.”
She took his face, watched herself in his eyes. “In any world. In all of them.”