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Alana mimics Willow’s position. “You present a valid point that does seem to be a reasonable assessment.”
Zylus shakes his head and smiles tenderly at his wife as he addresses me. “No one person is responsible for fixing the world alone, Kass. No one person is ever granted that kind of power. Focus on what’s in reach. There are lives you can change without crippling yourself.” He turns his attention to me and smiles. “Sometimes, that life only has to be yours. People care about you. If all you can manage is taking care of yourself, you will still be making a brighter world for the ones who want you to thrive.”
Alana slaps the table. “Exactly. Sometimes the best we can do is stay alive. And you wanna know something?” Her gaze bores into my soul. “That is more than enough.”
Chapter 27
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An object at rest remains at rest…until acted upon by an outside force.
Clouds.
Massive, fluffy, white clouds in a pastel sky. As far as Pollux could see. Stretching out in front of him like a plain.
Pollux never knew what to expect when he entered one of Kassandra’s dreams, but, every time, the skies took his breath away. And, this time, the sky was all that lay ahead.
When he stepped onto the impossible, gray bled from his clawed feet into the firm cotton ground. A crackle of lightning sparked beneath him. Rain poured. Thunder shook the perfect soft world.
The perfection, naturally, had less to do with the picturesque beauty of the unfathomable and vast display and far more to do with her. Kassandra. His soulmate. His wife.
The answer to questions he’d pleaded with the universe about for so long.
Her red curls flowed over the pillows of white she was lying in. Her chest rose and fell with soft breaths as she watched the sky above her. Her nightgown tonight undid things in Pollux’s brain, but he did what he could to ignore the silken hazel fabric as it shifted in tone with every sun shade reflecting off it.
Beauty had no place being so simple a word.
Its ability to describe such a scene fell so very short.
It failed to convey a true rendition of the way just being here felt.
Feeling Kassandra against his skin in every breath, stepping through fragments of her, indulging the taste of her soul as it painted the unnatural world into his flesh…
If Pollux could acquire such peace in this manner even as periodically as Kassandra currently allowed, he may never have to self-medicate with liquor again.
“Are you irritated over how unrealistic this is?” Kassandra turned her face toward him, and his heart leaped. “I know it’s not scientifically possible for a cloud to hold a person’s weight. Or. Is it? Because before meeting you, faeries weren’t scientifically possible, either.” She lifted her hand, and he went to her, slipped his fingers into hers, and knelt. “I cried myself to sleep, dreamboy.”
He swallowed. “I know.”
“How?”
“I can taste the salt in the air.”
“Exactly how much of me is revealed in here?”
Drawing her hand to his cheek, he closed his eyes. “Only what you have witnessed me experience. A dreaming mind has many doors, and often I do open them, but many of yours are locked. Furthermore, you are aware of what and who I am. I would not pry into your past or your thoughts without permission, regardless of whether my abilities would allow it. I am not here to craft nightmares out of the things you need to face.”
“Would that help me?”
He opened his eyes, traced the delicate emotions still damp in hers, and bent to place a kiss on her forehead. “Perhaps. But we are being cautious and taking things slowly.”
“Why? Why not just get it all over with? Rip it off like a band-aid.” Pulling her hand away, she spread her arms at her sides. “Give me the nightmares. I’m ready.”
“You’d have me run rampant in your mind?”
“Sure.”
“Then you’ll unlock the doors I need access to in order to effectively unravel you?”
