Chapter 130

Arya

Everything is hazy, but at the same time, I can see everything.

I can recognize the forest in the kingdom with its brightly colored trees. Red and orange and dark green, all swaying in the wind. The sweeping hills could have been the same thing in reality, just missing the palaces and the houses and the people.

But the only thing in the fields right now is a man and a woman, sitting on some kind of blanket, talking.

I recognize the man as Rhysand the Shape Shifter, and lying across his lap wearing a flowy dress is a white-blonde woman with kind blue eyes.

It doesn't take me long to recognize that the woman is Ivory.

It just feels like I know her.

The man is stroking her hair, and they're both smiling, talking in hushed voices. Even from afar I can see that she has a mark on her neck, something that is all too familiar to me: a mark from her mate.

They look at each other and at first all I can see is pure love, but there's a certain strain in her eyes that can't be dismissed.

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