Soul Magic
Page 25
by Karen Whiddon
Gone was the too-old wise one of the throne and the magic. The uncertainty of a five-year old child peered at her with concern. “But you’re crying.”
“Your mother weeps with happiness,” Darrick told him, reaching out and gathering him close.
Caradoc tilted his head. “Why?”
They both looked at her then, studying her with identical expressions, making her smile through her tears.
“Because she sees her family has found each other.” Darrick’s gaze darkened. So much love blazed from his eyes her heart turned over. “And now nothing will ever tear us apart again.”
Moving forward, one child in each arm, he gathered Alanna into the circle and sealed the bargain with a kiss.