She’d learned them from the start. Had
used them herself.
“No sweet farewells, Princess?” Rowan
asked as she traced the mark with her foot.
“They seem dramatic,” Aelin said. “Far too
dramatic, even for me.”
But Rowan halted her, the second symbol
half-finished. Tipped back her chin. “Even
when you’re ... there,” he said, his pine-green
eyes so bright under the moon. “I am with
you.” He laid a hand on her heart. “Here. I am
with you here.”
She laid her own hand on his chest, and
breathed his scent deep into her lungs, her
heart. “As I am with you. Always.”
Rowan kissed her. “I love you,” he
whispered onto her mouth. “Come back to
me.”
Then Rowan retreated, just beyond the
unfinished marks.
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