“Please, baby, please come!” Marc begged, his breath short and harsh, hinting at a desperate kind of amusement. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you!”
Wait for her? But she was right here. “I’m right here!” she gasped, drawing back just enough to look into his dark green, sparkling eyes.
“Open up, baby. Lose control. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he promised her again, clutching her body to his as his hips jerked spasmodically upward and she suddenly thought she knew exactly who he was and precisely what they were doing—and the heartbeat of Atlantis swelled in her ears as the feeling in her core swelled and spread through her body—
And suddenly it all made sense! She was never meant to be one of the multitude of spell-casters in the world. Having power wasn’t as important as what she was meant to do—what they were meant to do together! Her dream tried to reveal it to her, but she wasn’t ready to see the truth. When she and Prosser fell from the cliff she gave him power to raise them to safety. She could give power to the world!
“I’m ready now!” she cried with elation, laughing as unsurpassed joy surged through her body and her eyes met Marc’s.
“Yule?” the ecstasy on his face was mirrored in the tenor of his question as her clarity and sense of purpose consumed him—transformed them both.
“Goddess! You’re the Font and I—I am the Wellspring!”
The Eye opened and the Heart pounded, magic folk looked up from every place in the world and briefly wondered who looked upon them and what sound thundered across the sky, through the wind, and into their very beings. Fiore Grove exploded with light and power that rivaled the sun under which it basked—
And magic filled the world once more.
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