“I talked with the others,” she said. “You’re invited to join the Feyguard. If you want.”
“I do.” It surprised him, how much that meant. And how much he wanted to. Despite everything, he’d found his tribe. And, just maybe, his heart.
“One more thing,” he said.
“Oh?” There was a mischievous tilt to her lips.
Aran leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. He felt her smile widen, and then she yanked him against her. Their bodies met with a shock of rightness that reverberated down to his feet.
His heart thumped so loudly he was sure it would knock right out of his chest. He’d hoped, then second-guessed, then buried that hope way down deep, knowing he’d never see Spark again.
But she hadn’t given up on him. Of course not. That girl was always right.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with everything he was, and everything he hoped to be. Stronger. Kinder. Better.
She held him tightly, her lips warm and intoxicating against his, as the sun burst, brilliant gold, over the horizon.