Never would I be lost in the shadows again—for Emon was my guiding light, bringing me back home.
Epilogue
Emoneyedthecocoonof darkness. “So…” His eyes sparkled, turning to look at the monstrosity I had created. “Is this permanent or will the shadows fall soon.”
I frowned at the cascading darkness swirling around us. “I have never powered this much shadow before without my sentient ones. This is all new for me.”
Emon watched my face for the pain the separation of my shadows had caused me. “We will get them back, Remnant, we will get the umbras back.”
I ran my hands through the wall of shadow, ignoring the deep ache inside. “I know we will, but there is no time to focus on that. Penina has Riella and we need to regroup. Deirdre won’t wait long before she strikes again and with the Sanguine using the shadows there’s no telling what she can do with them.” I swiped at the dormant shadows, baring my teeth at them. “I can’t even control these damn things now. Everything is sooff balance.”
Stepping forward, Emon took my hand and pulled me against him. “Remnant.”
Exhaling harshly, I glared at him. “What?”
He smiled sadly down at me. “Thank you for releasing Jar.”
I shook my head. “Don’t.” I choked. The master healer's eyes begging me for death would haunt me for many nights, along with Quinn’s.
Reaching under my chin, he tilted my head up to look into his sad eyes. “You freed him. He is with his wife now…his soulmate he has lived without for over two thousand years. He knew his time was near...”
Sighing, I closed my eyes at the memory, his answer to what the knowledge of the God brothers would cost him.
None that I cannot handle, my clever cub. Do not fret, Sheol will not come for me this day.
“I know.”
Emon’s lips brushed against mine. “I'm in awe of you, little umbra.”
I kissed him back, feeling his lips move slowly over me.
Groaning, he pressed my body closer into him, extending my head further back to deepen his kiss.
I clutched at his bare chest, needing his comfort, his touch more than ever before. “I need you.” I whispered into his mouth and ran my hands down his thighs.
“Fuck.” Emon’s mouth tore away from mine, tilting his head back in a growling moan. “Take what you need from me then. I’m yours. Yours to use. Forever.”
I tore at Emon’s clothing, my desire mixing with my sorrow and loss. He soon followed my lead, assisting us both until we stood naked in front of each other, breathing heavily just staring in awe of one another.
Neither one of us moved for what seemed like an eternity, finding peace in baring our bodies and souls with one another.
Reverently I sank to my knees in front of him, tilting my head up to see him watching me like a wary predator before looking back down at his cock, already hard for me.
Emon’s hand threaded through my hair and tilted my head back for me to look up at him. “Fuck. You’re so goddess damn beautiful.”
I smiled and brought my hands up to his trembling muscular thighs, lightly running the pads of my fingertips over the smoothbronze skin teasingly. “So are you, my king.” I leaned forward and licked the tip of his weeping cock. A harsh rattling breath escaped him, whether it was from my words or from my actions I was unsure. It didn’t matter. I was going to worship my soulmate for the king he was—not of the shifters, but of my soul.
“Perhaps another time. When I am not here.” A booming voice echoed around us as if it came from the shadows themselves.
Growling, Emon had me up on my feet, shielding me with his claws flashing. “Who the fuck is there?”
I narrowed my eyes behind Emon’s protective stance and watched the darkness stir where a figure began to form—whoever it was, they were weaving shadows.
Stepping out of Emon’s protection, I gripped onto the moving shadows and wrenched them back, only to stare dumbstruck at the imposing masculine figure within them.
He was too beautiful to be fae and yet too eerily similar to not be one. His skin shimmered like the stars, short wavy black hair fell across his brilliant green eyes that sparkled like a million faceted emeralds combined into one. He wore black from head to toe, with the sleeves of a silk shirt rolled up, revealing tattoo brands identical to my own.
His otherworldly face wrinkled with disgust. “Fuck really? I have not seen my daughter in over two thousand years and this is the cruel fate I am given? Not only that, but you stole my fucking grand entrance, daughter.”
