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“Do you…do you know how long I’ll have?�� Emyr asks here, and his claws dig into my thigh. I reach down and put my hand over his. I don’t pull his fingers away. “I know that resurrection magic is rarely permanent. My—my mother—��

Vorgaine reaches across the table and lays her hand across the back of Emyr’s. He stills under her touch, and tilts his head up to stare into her eyes.

“I am sorry about your mother, Emyr. That never should have happened.�� She shakes her head. “But I can tell you this. Wyatt’s energy is permanently, and inextricably, tangled with yours. For as long as one of you lives, the other cannot die.��

And just like that, with one sentence, a thousand pounds of invisible weight, sitting on my chest for the last few weeks, disappears.

Our world is on fire. Everything we’ve ever known is a lie. We could both die tomorrow.��

But Emyr isn’t going anywhere without me. I am not going to lose him.

Never again.”
― H.E. Edgmon, The Fae Keeper

“Wyatt’s energy is permanently, and inextricably, tangled with yours. For as long as one of you lives, the other cannot die.”
― H.E. Edgmon, The Fae Keeper

“But really, he doesn't want to be confronted with his image; he doesn't want to see his body, his face staring back at him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life