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He floated into the chariot, sitting snugly in front of me. He tugged me close, placing his hands on both of my thighs before he breathed deeply. Cool water seemed to come from nowhere and seep beneath my skin. It rushed through my body, latching onto every torn muscle. Every broken bone. Every ripped vein. The waters held and healed, as an inexplicable light made its way into my body.
In moments, I was whole.
Every bruise was gone. The infection in my arm had been cleansed. I didn’t even have a scar left to prove my arm had been sliced open. My body had been healed to perfection. I blinked, speechless. I knew angels could self-heal. Fae could too, though our magic paled in comparison to the angels. I never expected angelic ethèr could do all of this.
With a wave of his hand, Zhèmson had patched up my gown as if it were brand new. It looked as if I’d just pulled it out of the garderobe. I sobbed at his attention and care. What kind of fate was this? That I’d found him and was given such a love?
Zhèmson tenderly pried my hands away so he could kiss my tears before he kissed my lips. He kissed me with the passion of a slow growing wildfire. In ways that burned away what the Sky Watchers had done. He pulled me into his arms and pressed our mouths together harder. We stayed that way until our lips were swollen and our hearts were full. Looking into my eyes, Zhèmson brought my hands to his lips. He kissed every knuckle before kissing my open palms.
“Lightheart, if you’re ready, I’d like to go home now.”
I smiled wide, my eyes shining.
“Yes, my Zhèmson. Let’s go home.”
Daliah
Seven glorious years had passed since the day Zhèmson destroyed the Saelus Prison and brought me to Elèor, our new home. It had been a whirlwind. When he returned, I was surprised to learn just how many angels and fae alike had not only missed their High Prince, but had gone on explorations to find him.
The Sky Watchers had tried to erase him from memory, but the number of those loyal to Zhèmson was staggering. He was immediately re-established as a High Prince of Avari. I couldn’t go to the ceremony because fae weren’t allowed into the sky kingdom. The angels wanted him back on his throne, but he convinced them to give him some time. He wanted to live freely, to explore everything he’d missed, before making the commitment.
Zhèmson informed me a new prison was being rebuilt and honorable Sky Watchers were being re-trained. Since we couldn’t live together in Avari, despite him trying to sneak me in, we settled for Elèor. High King Azrassael was more than happy to clear my name, honor Mother, and give us the best Elèor offered. I got my parlor, Zhèmson and I built our cozy home, and I became the most sought after Enchantress in all of Norclère. Even Un’Sèlie risked the wrath of the High King to visit my parlor and get their hands on enchantments.
Life fell into a beautiful rhythm. Zhèmson and I were married, although he called it Bonding. I couldn’t explain Bonding except that something within me clicked. Every now and again Zhèmson would speak to me through the Bond, which let him speak directly into my mind. Naturally, he only felt inclined to speak through the Bond when wanting to tease me with secret, inappropriate things. I could never speak back, most probably because that gift only belonged to the angels, but I had my Domenent and it was all that mattered.
Seven perfect years of love, life, and happiness had come and gone.
Now, I walked through the halls of my parlor, feeling antsy.
“Where exactly are those blasted vials?” I muttered.
I waltzed through a corridor, my gown a silken veil trailing the floor. My skin glowed beneath the bright, natural lights as I squinted at my shelves, sifting through hundreds of crystal vials. Focused on the tags, I didn’t feel the shift behind me as large hands palmed my bottom. I squealed, shooting to stand upright. I whirled around and found Zhèmson stifling a snort.
“Zhèmson!” I rebuked him, swatting his chest.
He flashed his teeth, reaching for my waist. I made to step around him, but he framed my body with his arms, my back to the shelves. His tempting mouth stretched to a wolfish grin. I held my resolve for two beats before leaning in and claiming his mouth.
He tasted like honey and sin. Our lips melded together, his breaths becoming my own. Before I knew it, my fingers were digging into his fine tunic, as his tongue slipped into my mouth, doing a familiar dance. He groaned against my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. Fiery heat flooded my veins, demanding more.
“Lady Daliah?”
I continued kissing Zhèmson, unable to pull away from his allure. He bit my bottom lip before sucking on it. I reached down, grabbing onto the hem of his tunic and began tugging, when the voice called again, sounding much closer. They had to be just a few rows away.
Zhèmson, lost in pleasure, carried on. He moved to my neck. Molten heat curled my toes. I couldn’t stifle my gasp fast enough as his growing need for me pressed against my core.
“Daliah,” he breathed against my neck.
“Lady Daliah, I think I’ve found it! I’d like to show you.”
Rotting hells.
I pulled away from Zhèmson. He groaned, panting, eyes shining as if I’d cheated him.
“My love, I’ll be right back, I promise.”
I kissed him again and quickly broke away before he could whirl me back with his wings. The skirts of my gown fluttered behind me as I cut a corner, praying that my hair was still intact and I didn’t look too flustered.
“Lord Kèros. I’m so glad to see you.”
