Chapter 119
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For the third time, their hearts stop.
The vampire and his mate.
The human that is not human.
The male more powerful than the fates intended.
They lie in silence.
In stillness.
The girl is holding too much magic in her too fragile shell.
Burnt mint and singed orchids fade into the air.
The vampire pair kneels beside their kin. Their cries sink into the dirt.
The friends stand. Heads lowered.
And the old druid watches.
Sadness grows around the group.
The fates weigh the options.
The outcomes.
The goodness of the bonded souls.
One minute becomes three.
Then the old druid smiles.
A pulse shakes the earth beneath the vampire and his vampire mate.
And for the third time, their hearts beat again.