She was mine long before she knew it.
A fierce little human with dirt under her nails, defiance in her spine, and a gift for magic that rivaled my own. I freed her from indenture—not to keep her, but to give her a choice.
She chose me.
Then she vanished.
One mountain delivery. No return. No body. Just silence.
For two years I tore the world apart. Looking. Grieving. Rage and ritual, obsession and ruin—until I found her.
Alive. In a forgotten village.
Raising my son with another man’s hands on her waist.
She doesn’t remember me. Doesn’t remember our home, our fire, the nights she begged me not to stop. But our son has my wings. My eyes. My power.
And I won’t walk away from either of them.
I already lost her once.
I won’t lose her again.
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