Chapter Forty-Seven

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The Brothers

The Mortal Realm

I'd never disregarded direct orders before, especially not any originating from the Sisters. This week—this girl—had thrown me for a complete spin. Thousands of years filled with obedience, no questions and no deviation, and now I found myself acting like a boy in the midst of the pubescent fascination of a girl.

But love was neither adoration, nor a mistake.

Spending those last few minutes with Alyssa despite my orders to the contrary had been worth everything. It was the piece of us that I would be able to hold onto and treasure in the absence of there being an "us"—my most cherished memory. Sure, I'd gone to class instead of the back doors of the school, but it was the Sisters' plan. If they hadn't foreseen far enough into the future to account for my deviation, they didn't live up to their responsibilities. I could still reach the goal if I hurried, even if it meant punishment.

Alyssa deserved happiness and I had earned a reprieve. Not only was she better than what my kind thought of humans, Alyssa was purer than us all. My last-ditch effort to sway the outcome by trying to coax her into a lie, thus making her unworthy of the destiny she seemed to carry, had failed. Deep down, that made me happy, to know she remained as pure as the light shining within her suggested, but I was also sad.

There would be no way out of what was meant to happen next.

Our final kiss would sustain me for thousands of years to come, if I didn't fall first, though I doubted I could wait until it was truly her end for Death to reunite us.

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