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Her magic flared in answer, a ripple of
power dancing through her.
As if it had found a mirror of itself in the
world, as if it had found the countermelody to
its own song.
Not once in those illusions or dreams had it
done that. Had her own flame leaped in joy at
his nearness, his power.
He was here. It was him, and he’d come for
her.
The flame melted into nothing but cool
cave air. Not melted, but rather sucked inside
herself, coiling, a great beast straining at the
leash.
Rowan. Prince Rowan.
He sat up slowly, a stillness settling over
him.
He knew. He’d said it to her earlier, before
she’d let oblivion claim her. I am your mate.
They must have told him, then. Their