When the ceremony was over, they all made their way to the burial grounds. Fortunately, they’d not had occasion to see many of their own off over the past two decades, so only a few headstones dotted the earth. Sadly, today, they would add another.
Dalton and his charge, Declan, along with Farrell and his charge, Ellian, lowered her body into the ground.
Reigna, tears running down her face, stood in the back with Eden. When she turned toward Lucy, who, standing nearby, held her arms out to her, she stepped up to accept the woman’s embrace.
“I feel so responsible,” she muttered.
Lucy squeezed her tightly, then loosened her hold. She held Reigna’s gaze as she shook her head. “No, child,” she said, “it’s me who should be sorry. I failed to share critical details with you before it was too late.”
“I don’t want this power, Lucy,” she whispered.
“I know. For what it’s worth, those things that are the greatest blessings to us, can also sometimes be the greatest curses. You know, I was just telling Mara that earlier today.”
Eden, listening in, neared. “What curses are you talking about?”
Lucy smiled at her, wanly. “Mmmm . . . nothing, in particular. Just know that I appreciate the difficulties your powers are likely to impose on you two.”
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