Epilogue

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NINE MONTHS LATER

I cradled our child in my arms, tears dripping down may face as I cried, my whole body trembling with exhaustion and joy.

Rhys's hand shook as he gently ran a finger down his little, delicate cheek. He blinked open violet eyes, staring up at us with curiosity.

I laughed, pressing my sweaty forehead to Rhys's. "He's beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my chapped lips.

This... this is why I fight. For him. For Rhys. For Mor and Cassian and Azriel and Amren. For Nesta and Elain and everyone I care about.

"Do you have a name in mind?" he whispered, his voice tender and loving.

I'd had an idea in my head for the last nine months. "Aidan," I said, my voice croaky.

"Its perfect," he replied with a gentle smile, pressing a feather-soft kiss to our son's head. I smiled, the sight breaking and healing my heart all at once.

Aidan would be our son's name, for I had learnt it meant something special in the old language.

It meant fireheart.



FIN

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