"When the gods wrote destiny, they forgot to account for love. And that is where men like us choose to live in the defiance between design and desire."
Gavriel and I stood where we had stood an hour ago on his balcony, the mountain air sharp with snow, our father's words still cutting through what was left of our composure.
Riven's mother was a Genesis Mage, and her final command is waking inside him.
That one sentence had rearranged the world. Gavriel had not moved in minutes. His hands rested on the railing, veins visible, knuckles pale. I could feel the low hum of his Beta rage and grief his instinct to fight what he could not even see. I had seen him angry before, but never like this. Not when soldiers died and not even when I had nearly been taken by the rebels at breach point. This was different. This was his mate and mine.
