CONNOR POV
My mate was alive.
And not just alive—she was a force to be reckoned with. A firestorm. A miracle wrapped in glasses, attitude and light.
And as if that wasn’t enough for the universe to throw at my already fragile heart, she was apparently also a living vessel for Moira’s power. The Moira. The most powerful supernatural in recorded history. A being entire civilizations had written about in trembling awe.
My mate.
My Grace.
My queen, in every sense that mattered.
And now she walked ahead of me like she wasn’t carrying the supernatural equivalent of a black hole made of light in her chest.
If I hadn’t already died inside once tonight watching her drop lifeless in my arms, I probably would have keeled over from sheer emotional overload.
But I didn’t, mostly because Cain
