CEDRIC
"Cedric. Wake up. Look at me, Cedric."
I slowly opened my eyes, to find myself lying in her warm lap, as she stared down at me with nothing but affection in her gaze.
I frowned, blinking up at her. "Imara?"
She giggled, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through my hair. My gaze focused on her hair, and my mouth parted in shock.
"Kyla?" I asked, unable to believe my eyes. We were still in the dungeons, but everything was oddly brighter, and warmer. I knew it was because of her. She had always been made of light. She had always been my light.
"How have you been, Cedric?" she asked softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"I... I found my mate, Kyla. She's perfect."
"Really?" Her eyebrows shot up. "Better than me?" she asked teasingly.
"Better than anyone
