Chapter 19

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They were going to try for another baby. Try for a family.

Rhysand wasn't about to let Feyre die after all they had went through. Not now, not ever.

He ran his right hand through Feyre's hair.

The moon was at it's apex and Rhysand woke up wanting to see the stomach of his wife rise and fall.

It had been two days since the battle and Feyre's absence. The only thing keeping Rhysand from ripping the world apart was his friends.

They winnowed back to Velaris a few hours ago. Rhysand hand in hand with Feyre imagining their bed back in their estate that he had purchased for them years ago. When all that had been on their mind was starting a family. 

He let out a breathe that he didn't realize he was holding.

Every time he blinked the image of his firstborn son flashed in his eyes.

The look of Feyre breaking out into an uncontrollable sob ringing over and over again in his ears. 

Adonis they named him. 

Adonis they had all inked onto their hearts. Every single inner circle member. His family.

Rhys looked out the window, down at the backyard.

He saw himself laughing, hand in hand with Feyre. Adonis making a snow angel on the ground.

He stood up in a daze.

The image of Azriel shedding a tear at the sight of his dead nephew. 

The dead silence emanating from Cassian.

The paleness of Morrigan.

Amren clutching Adonis's home warming onesie.

Rhysand let go of Feyre's hands.

And walked out the door.

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The Never-Fading Flower


"High Lord of the Night Court...what do you most desire?"

Amarantha said to herself.

Clutching Rhysand's mind in her own.

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