Chapter Sixty-Eight
Lilith
Lilith could do nothing more as Dragon strode away from her.
Even he could no longer see her, sense her.
She gazed down at her hand and saw nothing.
Was she doomed to walk the earth this way?
Alone forever?
The thought crushed her spirit.
How could she tolerate this nonexistence?
Dragon stopped suddenly. His ears perked up. Alert.
Hope clutched her heart so tightly, she feared it might pop. “Dragon?”
He looked over his shoulder and his green eyes met Lilith’s. Fast as a shot, he was across the clearing and in her arms, purring
and nuzzling her face with insistent headbutts.
Lilith laughed and cradled him in her arms, noting her skin was solidly visible against his sleek dark fur.
Jacinda had done it!
The details of how she’d pulled it off would likely never come to light, but she had done it.
Lilith was of this world once more.
“Lilith?” Asher’s voice carried through the clearing.
“Asher,” she called back, scrambling to her feet. “I’m here.”
With Dragon racing by her side, she ran to the edge of the clearing as Asher burst through.
“I thought you were at work,” she gasped.
He grabbed her in his arms as they met, swinging her into the air. “I thought I forgot something and came back.”
She laughed. “Apparently it was me.”
He set her down gently and studied her, eyes crinkling with joy. “You’re safe. You’re you.”
“That might be the nicest compliment anyone has ever given me.” She grinned up at him.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Well, you did forget about me,” she teased.
“I…” He frowned. “Wait… The couch…”
Lilith gave a coy smile, one that smacked of I-told-you-so.
“I’ll never forget you again.” His tone was playful as he said it, but there was an earnestness to his gaze that went straight
to her heart.
“Now, that’s a promise I’ll take.”
He reached for her, cradling her face in his hands, his gaze dipping to her lips. And this time, when she closed her eyes
and tilted her chin up, she was rewarded with the warmth of his mouth on hers.
That night, as Lilith faded to sleep, the perfume of honeysuckle guided her into her dreams.
Sunset gilded the sky in an array of golds and reds and oranges.
Three figures strode together. A tall man, his frame lanky but strong, with a woman on either side of him.
One was shorter with long red-gold hair and a bird soaring after her, the other with close-cropped dark hair; a horse loped alongside the trio.
A quiet hum filled the air with a sense of peace. Of love. Of belonging.
The woman with short hair turned around, hazel eyes meeting Lilith’s across the field, across time and space. Her lips moved
and the wind carried her words to Lilith like a whispered blessing.
Thank you.