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Delilah’s question comes floating down the beautiful bridge. She waits at the other end, fluttering her eyelashes at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she’s trying to flirt with me. I can’t help but smile.

I’ll give you every thought I’ve ever had so long as it means I can kiss you for eternity.

Her chest rises sharply. Then bending down, I brush my lips across hers in our minds.

A light shines brightly between us upon our joining. The softness of her lips has me groaning and deepening the kiss. Despite the weight of what we must find and the nature of everything going on around us, the moment those lips lock on mine, everything within my mind fades.

All I can see is her. The most beautiful soul to ever grace this universe. There is only one Delilah, and she’s all mine.

Forcing myself to pull back, I bite my cheek to stop my smile as she sighs dreamily.

Now, a piece of that beautiful mind,she drawls.

Ah yes, the bargain.

Exhaling, I lean against the bridge.I just find it curious that we’ve stumbled upon a throne room that seems modeled after the ocean.

Or perhaps…Delilah says, urging me on.

A royal of Water Court.

Delilah’s stunned expression makes me pull back into my body. Our exchange felt like it lasted for ten minutes, the kiss eight of them, and yet when I come back to the present, Harlow is only just reaching the cave hallway.

Delilah’s gaze roams the room. “You’re right, it looks like it’s honoring water.”

I take in everything, trying to preserve it all in my memories before we follow Harlow out of the throne room and back into the heart of the maze where we first arrived. I lead everyone down the next hallway, this one far longer than the other.

Chapter57

Delilah

The throne room is lavish—extravagant even. Bursting at the seams with an abundance of art.

I would like to say that nothing compares, but this is only the fourth room we’ve explored, and each have been as extraordinary and unique as the next.

I suppose that’s why no one has spoken since we stepped out of the winding cave hallway. The second we entered the circular room, following the stone path that now ends in a loop, it felt holy—pure.

In the middle of the crystal-clear body of water sits a circular fountain, with seven archangels poised in various positions around it. Some stand staring out as if watching over the area, others sit along the lid of the marble fountain, and some are carved in the middle of motion.

Water trickles over the lid of the marble fountain, flowing into the pond that bursts with lily pads and flowers. A current winds through the water, feeling more alive than the rest. It’s certainly larger than the rest, as large as some lakes I’ve stumbled upon in the Fae lands.

As a water lily flows towards me, my feet finally move, my body listening to the orders of my mind. Twelve tall and mighty pillars stand around the room, colors of the rainbow snaking up the height of them. Between these pillars lie four sets of stairs leading into the water, each placed perpendicular from one another.

Suddenly, I have the strangest urge to submerge myself within the water, my feet itching to descend one of the sets of stairs.

Moving forward, I listen to the call, until a husky voice stops me in my tracks.

“Angel,” Knox says.

His voice breaks the spell, just as my foot hovers above the water. I yelp, and the trance the water had me under slides away.

Grimacing, I ask, “What type of magic is that?”

“One that I want to dance with,” Lenox whispers.

His eyes widen. I think he meant to keep that to himself. I bite my tongue to keep from laughing, but Harlow has no qualms about bursting out. Lenox shoots daggers at her, yet she doesn’t mind nor notice as tears leak out of the corner of her eyes.

Knox walks towards me slowly, sliding his palm in mine as he laces our fingers together. “Come now, Angel.”