Dark Flame (Immortals 4)

“And another thing”—he reaches for my chin, the almost touch of his fingers causing a rush of warm tingle—“you actually got through to Roman! And you succeeded not by trickery or calculated cunning but by appealing to his deepest sense of humanity—a humanity the rest of us failed to see in him and were sure didn’t even exist. But you were able to go deeper than that, to see what we couldn’t. You saw the promise in the person we’d all written off. Do you have any idea how amazing that is—how proud that makes me?”

“But what about turning Haven?” I whisper, remembering her threat and having no doubt she plans to make good on it.

“Did I not make the same choice when I saved you?” he asks, lips at my ear.

“But you didn’t know about the Shadowland. I did, and I condemned her soul.” I shrug, pulling away to get a better look at his face.

But he just shakes his head and pulls me back to him. “I know I told you to do otherwise, but if it were me in your position, I would’ve done the same. Where there’s life, there’s hope, right? At least, that’s been my motto for the last six hundred years.”

I lean against him, pressing my head into the hollow of his shoulder as I gaze up at the house, seeing the light in Sabine’s room go off and squeezing Damen’s hand when I say, “Romy and Rayne were right. You know, about the magick. That used for selfish and nefarious reasons it’ll result in karma that comes back times three.”

We shift, our gaze meeting as the air hangs heavy between us.

“The first was when I was forced into that situation with Haven and I changed her—turned her into an adversary bent on destroying me. The second was my attraction to Roman—the dark flame that burned inside me. And now—and now this—Roman—the death of his soul and along with it, the death of the antidote.” I look at him. “I mean, that is the three, right? Or was my attraction to him just me? A monster of my own making, a shadow of me that already existed and now there’s still another one out there—somewhere—waiting for just the right moment to boomerang back at us? Something we won’t even see coming until it’s too late?”

I fight to catch my breath, suddenly overcome by panic, the foreboding feeling that it’s not over yet, there’s more out there, and it’s headed our way.

Soon comforted by the feel of his strong arms holding me tightly, his tingle and heat, and the knowledge that there’s now a brilliant, white light shining inside me. And because of it, because of everything I’ve been through, I’m now strong enough to meet it—my karma, my destiny—in whatever form it may take. . . .

Damen’s warm breath at my ear, echoing my thoughts when he says, “Either way, we’ll ride it out together. That’s how it is with soul mates. That’s just what they do.”