Stephen’s POV Everything I’d been feeling – the good, the bad, the guilt – came to a head in that moment. When I saw Hyacinth there, looking so very small, curled up in the snow, I knew it was all true. All of it. Rhiannon had never been my true mate. Hyacinth was. Brian shifted out as I reached her. I fell to my knees at her side, carding my fingers through her hair, tracing the perfect pout of her too-pale lips. She was still, too still, and as I bent low over her, cupping her frozen cheeks, I felt my heart splinter. Distantly, I heard the others come over. Distantly, I knew they were asking me things, asking her things, trying to get close enough to feel for her breath, to feel for her pulse. I also knew they were the things I should’ve been doing – but I couldn’t. I was as frozen as she was, my hands barely warmer than her pallid cheeks, my wide eyes locked on her closed ones. Then her eyelids started to flicker. “Hyacinth?” I whispered, the sound desperate, pining. “Cin?” ‘
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