Gods.
I could listen to that sound forever.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“My beautiful mate.”
“Yeah?”
“This time.”
I kiss her gently.
“And every time after this.”
Another kiss.
“For all the years we are given.”
Another.
“For every tomorrow.”
I wrap her in my arms.
“You are mine.”
She smiles softly.
“And you're mine.”
Joy explodes inside me.
“So I am.”
I bury my face in her hair and simply hold her.
Because after three hundred years—I finally understand.
Forever isn't frightening.
Forever is a gift.
And I intend to spend every second of it loving her.
My mate.
My Josie.
And I will never stop—that is my vow.
The silver lights swirl around us like blessings from the stars themselves.
And wrapped together in our bed, surrounded by magic and love and the quiet promise of forever—we begin again.
Epilogue: Josie
Okay, so I believe in magic now.