Exton

Standing before the library's window, I stare out at the early morning. When Magnus' arm encircles my waist, I lean into his embrace. We have come a long way in the last few years. Much has happened. I am alive, much to Magnus and Keon's credit. I am free of my contract to Herne. I am able to be where I want to be, and am wanted there as well. Who would have thought that setting foot inside that unassuming Tavern would have lead to the latest miracle, meeting and knowing Grace?

I look at our reflections in the glass. I reach back and stroke the masked cheek of mi amor. "Herne holds Grace precious. He would not have done this for just anyone. Do you think he has a true affection for her?"

His words are soft, yet thoughtful. "Who can know the mind of the HuntLord?"

I nod slowly and turn in his arms, pressing close. "Mi amor." My eyes slide over the painting over the mantle. Above her signature in the very corner, she had left us a little note.

With Music and Laughter, especially at poorly made Horror,
Gracie.

"We will never forget her, mi amor. After all, she was one of your biggest fans." I grin as he chuckles and kisses me.