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“That’s very pretty,” Brittny chimes.
The corners of Dad’s eyes crinkle. “Precisely how I got it past my beloved wife. It’s just a bonus that it simplifies into Kass E. Role.”
A moment of silence passes.
Then everyone wheezes.
Chapter 45
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For better or kittens.
“That’s it,” I murmur, guiding Kassandra into the vast stream of ether that drowns both the human and fae worlds. The very sensation of being here with someone who isn’t Andromeda is…freeing, somehow. Every barrier I’ve put in place to distance myself from those I might hurt crumbles in the presence of my wife.
My fully fae wife.
Here, entire universes held in the minds of people collide. Here, the pathways that lead to dimensions beyond what I’ve explored take root. Here, in the spaces between, Kassandra can test her abilities without fearing a lasting impact.
Tonight is about teaching her how to feel what she can do.
Tonight is about making sure she feels confident and content with the unexpected stress that coming into her faerie blood has caused.
Asking her to navigate living with me on top of becoming fully fae is never what I would have planned.
Thankfully, though, she’s taking all the change well.
Like mine, her barriers have crumbled.
Perhaps this push is what she needed all along.
Perhaps I’ve been overcompensating for my own fears.
Never mind that she can bring about the collapse of reality as the humans know it…by mistake…if she’s not careful… She won’t do that.
Probably.
And probably I need to have a touch my wife and die conversation with Cael before he inevitably sees her outside her human form, identifies what she is, and goes all princely precaution on us.
She’s fine.
It’s fine.
Reality needs to collapse every now and again, anyway.
I’ll just help her fix it.
No problem.
It really is times like these that I wish anxiety medication worked on my system…
Kassandra’s gaze drifts over the clouds of consciousness that burst and fluctuate around us, drawing realms out of memories and imagination. Finding calm in her existence, I picture the worlds reflecting in every gold fleck that consumes her brown eyes.
Her beauty has no business being this entrancing.
“So this is the dream plane…” she murmurs.
“It is.”
