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388 pages, ebook
Published March 5, 2023
"My handsome but ogre-like brother aside, you need to learn the art of walking with your fears. As we all do."
"Learn to walk with them? How does that work?"...
"As witches we mustn't try to ignore or avoid our fears, Belle. But instead we learn to observe them, walk beside them, and eventually choose our path forward from a place of love, rather than fear." Brigid settled herself down on a cushion in front of Belle on the floor. "This is a lesson on exploring the shadow that lies within. Not to try to make you feel unnecessary pain, but to recognize that you can be powerful and have experienced fears. Magic used from a place of fear can be extremely dangerous indeed."
"He'll never admit it you know." Brigid wriggled back in the cushions. "Lachie's positively allergic to talking about his feelings. Breaks out in a ghastly case of emotional repression."
Fehrn spluttered with a gravelled laugh.
"And don't even get me started on Rowan," Brigid continued. "I swear he'd go into anaphylactic shock if he had to connect with anything on the emotional spectrum. Dallying with swords and breaking bones are his preferred love language."
Relationship felt like a paltry, pale shade of a word. What connected her and Lachie represented something so much more. Something soul deep and seeped in ancient magic. A contract across time and space.
You're mine.
The way Lachie rasped those words to her at night when they lay in bed. His arms holding her tight against his chest. As if he feared she would vanish beneath his fingers.
Those words connected to something primal within her magic. It didn't feel possessive or controlling. Being with him felt empowering. She felt cherished. Adored. Celebrated for being exactly herself. As if on her own she was powerful and being together only added to those gifts.
Every moment with Lachie erased those awful memories of what might have been. Of the night when her life as she had always known it ended... Every soft kiss and whisper against her hair from Lachie filled that darkness.
Perhaps even love. The kind that commands every fibre of a being. Love that traverses lifetimes. Love that endures even the greatest challenges.