Chapter 42
‘Our son will be the One who brings forth the dawn.”
— Unsent correspondence from Rinya Kazimyr to Tann Azar
Taryn
Taryn emerged from a dreamless slumber.
His entire body ached as he came back to reality. The world spun. He groaned. His head was throbbing. Taryn propped himself up, bracing his arm on a soft surface. Soft fabric grazed his fingertips.
“He’s awake.”
It was Airess’ voice. His eyes snapped open.
A single candle flickered on the bedside table, its flames the color of violets. He was in a bedroom, and a small one. A single bookshelf dominated the dimlit setting, the shelves cramped with books and trinkets. There were no windows in this room, just dark walls painted black.
The end of the bed sank as she sat down next to him. He felt her before he looked at her. “It’s okay.” Airess said, and grabbed his hand. He exhaled. Safe. His Mate was safe.
Thank the Gods.
Agonizing relief flooded over him, and suddenly nothing else mattered.
Another pair of footsteps walked up beside Airess. Taryn blinked as his vision cleared. Purple robes came into focus, revealing a familiar woman. Her round face was framed by long, red hair. The woman’s lilac eyes crinkled as she spoke with a bright smile.
“Welcome to Tevye, Tarynon.”