Naomi's back

"I believe I should leave now," Azriel muttered with a small smile on his face but neither Daegal nor Naomi paid him any attention. So, he crept away and silently shut the door behind him.

Daegal held onto Naomi—afraid that she would slip out of his hands again and be lost to him. He kissed her fiercely, tangling his fingers in her hair, and crushed her body to his, feeling the soft planes and curves of her against the hard muscles of his torso.

There was nothing else that mattered except her and the stars exploding all around and raining down their droplets of fire on him.

Naomi was there with him. Not trapped within the bottomless depths of Nerina's power or the cold inferno that enveloped her moments before—the full realization brought Daegal immense relief. His panic and fear were washed away the instant he gazed into the light swirls of her eyes and witnessed the life contained in them.

Daegal didn't want to be separated from her not in this lifetime or the next but the need for