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Fire filled my belly, my body growing tighter and tighter as he tipped me closer toward the edge.

He groaned, his cock twitching, and I knew he was close. “I want to come with you,” he gritted out.

Those words undid me, and I shattered.

I cried out, my body tightening and clenching, pleasure ricocheting through me, so violent my body arched and I screamed out while Nevan moaned, his own orgasm spurting out, hard and hot inside me.

“Holy fuck,” he said as he slumped against me. “That was amazing.” He kissed my lips before rolling off me. “I’m never letting you out of this bed.”

I laughed and curled into him, draping my legs over his, feeling completely content for possibly the first time in my entire life.

CHAPTER 41

Nevan

She was a godwitch. The woman lying in my arms was a fucking godwitch. It was so unbelievable, and yet, somehow it wasn’t. Somehow it felt like the most natural thing she could’ve told me. Of course Enid was a godwitch. She commanded this bog so effortlessly, knew these plants better than anyone. They had to be her creations. I loved her so fucking much, and it broke my heart that she’d hidden this part of herself because she was afraid I’d reject her.

Everyone in her life had rejected her, and it made me want to hunt each of them down and throttle them for how they’d made her feel less than anything but utterly perfect.

“I can feel you thinking,” she murmured against my chest.

The sun was sinking outside, the sky purple and the faint outline of stars emerging. Through the green panes of the stained-glass windows, the sky looked pale green, the same shade as Enid’s skin.

“I do have a few more questions, I guess.”

She looked up at me, a faint smile on her lips. “I wondered when you’d finally start asking them.”

I stroked her hair as she laid her head back on my chest. “Why didn’t you go with the godwitches to the Otherworld?”

She stiffened, and I tightened my hold on her, hoping she knew that nothing she said could make me leave. “I thought the answer to that would be obvious.”

“I have some hypotheses, but I didn’t want to assume.”

“They left me,” she said, her voice so small and sad it shattered my heart.

I wanted to crush her to me and take all that sadness away. I’d carry it for her so she never had to shoulder the burden of it again.

“No one told me they were leaving,” she said. “I woke up one morning, and everyone was gone, only mortals left.”

“Enid, I’m so, so sorry. How did you feel?”

“Devastated,” she admitted. “Then angry. Then so incredibly lonely. I had to get away from Perselis.”

The capital of Aubergn, where most of the godwitches had lived in their time on this continent.

“Everywhere I went reminded me that I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t good enough for them to tell me they were fucking leaving. Not even my mother.”

I swallowed, unable to imagine how I’d feel if my family left me behind like that.

“Why didn’t you go after them? If you’re a godwitch. You could join them in the Otherworld, right? Find one of the burial mounds and slip through.”

It would break my heart, but I’d understand if she wanted to.

The rest of us mortals could only enter when we died or if we were invited by a godwitch. There had been stories of that happening, of mortals disappearing and everyone speculating that they’d gotten a coveted invitation to the Otherworld.

“I was afraid,” she said slowly. “They never liked my magic very much. Most of them saw it as useless.”

That was something I didn’t understand. There were many godwitches whose magic was dark and dangerous.