Epilogue
“Once upon a time, there was a high fae with a heart protected by strong stone walls she’d built up over the centuries. She cared for those under her protection, but she kept them at a distance. But then, one by one, wolves, gypsy healers, warlocks, elves, pixies, and even a witch chipped away at that wall. Their willingness to put themselves in harm’s way over and over again to protect others, even to protect her, sealed her fate. She would lay down her life for any one of them, and she would do it with a battle cry worthy of the warriors that they each were.” ~Lucian
Dalton growled when Jewel sat in the chair in their room, instead of coming to the bed so he could hold her.
“Have you forgotten about the spell Volcan put on me? I haven’t.” Jewel said, looking determined. Dalto
