The moment his dad, ahem, uncle left, Chris dropped to his knees. "Mother?" Despite all the shocking news, he didn't forget what she'd done.
She'd taken a blow meant for him. She cared.
Her dark gaze fixed on his face. "Don't you dare start blubbering. I'm dying, it's not a big deal."
"I thought you couldn't die."
"The demise of this form only means I shall transcend."
"But what if I don't want you to go?" He'd never given her a chance. He'd spent so much time hating her that he never even tried to get to know her.
"You have no choice. This body is weak. Too weak for this. . . " She let her hand fall from her side, and the gray mist thickened as it poured. "Just do me a favor. Don't forget me."
How could he? His mother was Morgana Le Fay. He grabbed her hand. "I won't."
"Good." She
