by Ivy Asher
Ryker dries me off and starts healing my now visible injuries. The gouges to my wrists and neck from Faron were pretty bad, and it takes some time for Ryker to fix. When he’s done, my newly unmarred outside once again becomes the perfect cover for my scarred and battered soul. Knox fills the tub with hot water and my favorite lavender bath salts and bubble bath. I step in and let the heat envelop me. The guys all take turns holding my hand or running their fingers through my hair, while I lay silently absorbing the much-needed care and tenderness.
We stay like that for a long time before I find myself speaking; once I start, I can’t seem to stop. I relay every detail like I’m purging my soul of the weight of everything that happened. They sit silent and attentive as I bury them in my grief and desolation. They carry the weight of it alongside me, making it all seem a little less impossible to bear as I fill them in on everything Talon told me. When I finally grow silent, they let me. There’s no assault of the hundreds of questions I’m sure they have. No false promises of how it will all be okay. They’re just there with me, their presence silently and powerfully supportive.
I get out of the now tepid water and pull on underwear and a comfy t-shirt. I crawl into bed and slump against my pillow, feeling safe with warm bodies cradling mine. Tomorrow, I will deal with the questions, the paladin, my magic, the elders, my future, Adriel. Tonight, I’m going to rest, rebuild my armor, protected and surrounded by my Chosen, and feel a little less lost amidst it all.
End of Book One
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Acknowledgments
My Love, thank you for only looking at me a little strangely when I told you I wanted to write a book. And high five for not judging me at all, when I explained what the book was going to be about. Thank you for attempting to wrangle The Doodle, so I could disappear into this world that was calling me.
Ann, Megan, RK, and Nesa. You ladies are Beta Badasses! This book would not be what it is, without you.
Nichole, you’re awesome and sneaky; Don’t think you’re getting away with it.
Denise, thank you for renewing my faith in the process. You rescued me and this book. I’m so grateful for your awesome brain and huge heart.
Lorie and Kelly, thank you for your eagle eyes and the polish. I appreciate it more than I can say.
Raven, my Saltmate Soulmate for time and all eternity. I’d be lost with out you (too cheesy?) Good. Because it’s the truth! This journey has been filled with so much laughter, shenanigans, and crazy shit, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Gayle out!
And to you, the reader, I FLOVE you!
About the Author
Ivy Asher is addicted to chai, swearing, and laughing a lot (but not in a creepy, laughing alone kind of way). She loves the snow, books, and her family of two humans, and three fur-babies. She has worlds and characters just floating around in her head, and she’s lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing people who support that kind of crazy.
