C47 Book 3 The Past

The changing heart turns evermore

And changes that of more and more

Now I see forever lost

These broken things of little cost

~Neil Stevens, The Changing Heart

I wake in Elijah's arms, his breath on my neck as he spoons me in front of a dying fire. I send a spark of fire magic to fan the flames, giving the room a much-needed burst of warmth, then turn over to face him