Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
I laughed as our eyes met. And gods, what I saw in his stare made my heart skip. It was utter devotion. I clasped his cool cheeks. “How did I get so lucky to have your love?”
“You weren’t lucky, liessa.” Ash’s lips brushed mine. “I was.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
I held Reaver’s hand and cradled Jadis against my hip as we walked under the twinkling lights strung across the City Hall.
I considered it practice for the future as I smiled at those we passed.
The little girl I carried was in her draken form, which meant her claws were buried in my hair, and I was pretty sure some of it was in her mouth based on how Reaver looked up at her with narrowed eyes.
Both draken had insisted on coming with me, although I had a feeling Jadis only wanted to go because Reaver had taken my hand.
The whole time I’d spoken with Erlina, I’d felt Ash’s gaze. He wasn’t the only one who watched my every move. So did Rhain and Nektas. Ash and I had shared with Rhain a month ago that we were expecting so he could assist Kye and Aios in gathering information. Of course, I wanted the others to know, but things hadn’t been entirely peaceful over the last two months. There were outbursts of violence in several of the Courts once ruled by those loyal to Kolis. The ceeren numbers had been severely depleted, but they were still out there, with only a few swearing allegiance to Saion. We knew we hadn’t rounded up all the Revenants, but we would. Then there were the draken loyal to Kolis. Not all of them had perished, and it wasn’t until a few days after entombing Kolis that I thought of Sax, the draken who’d once served Eythos. When I asked Nektas if he had sensed Sax in the Bonelands, he’d shared that he hadn’t. He hadn’t joined the fight, and we didn’t know if that meant he was dead or not. We were looking for him.
But once we were sure the last of those loyal to Kolis were dealt with—or, at the very least, no longer posed a great risk—we would share the news with everyone.
I could feel their eyes on me even now as I made my way back to our table placed before the dais. We hadn’t eaten on the dais like two supreme rulers looking over everyone. Only Ehthawn was stretched out before the thrones, watching over everything. My heart panged for the loss of Crolee and the other draken—for Kars and all those we’d lost.
Well, not everyone.
While I was still conflicted over Veses, I wasn’t exactly sad. My gaze swept over the smiling faces and moved to the colonnade’s torchlit alcove. As joyful music echoed through the coliseum, a lone figure stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, nursing a bottle of liquor.
Attes.
I’d seen him often these last two months. When he wasn’t in Vathi assisting Lailah with establishing her rule and preparing Theon, he was in the Shadowlands. Ash had said it was because being in Vathi reminded him too much of his brother.
Reaver squeezed my hand. “Sera?”
“Yes?”
“Why are you sad?” he asked, and Jadis stopped tugging on my hair.
That damn notam.
“I’m just thinking about those we miss,” I told him.
He nodded, his small lips pinched. “I think about my parents sometimes,” he said after a moment. “I don’t remember much about them, but I miss them.”
“Does thinking about them make you sad?” I asked as I led them past a group of young godlings with wide eyes.
One of his shoulders lifted. “Yes, but Nek told me once that it’s a good kind of sadness to have because it means you remember them, and memories will keep them alive with you.”
I thought about that. Nektas was right. Ezra, Marisol, and my mother lived on in my memories, even if it hurt right now. And someday, I would visit them and my father. “That is very true.” I glanced over at Jadis, who most definitely had my hair in her mouth. “Your father is very wise.”
She chirped but I heard her soft voice say daddy.
My lips curved up as we neared the group of Primal goddesses. I’d never heard her call him that before. It was adorable.
The drumbeat rose, and the tempo of the music picked up. When I reached the Primals, I saw partners separating, forming two lines that faced each other.
“You all aren’t dancing?” I asked.
Bele snorted. “I’d rather not have broken toes by the evening.”
Aios rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her emerald gown. “I’m not that bad of a dancer.”
“There are many reasons I love you, so’vit,” Bele said as Ione grinned from where she stood behind them. “But your dancing skills are not one of them.”
“I’m sure the same can be said about your tact,” Ione commented.