Home. What an odd thing to be in Wilding Springs, at the house with the family around me and nothing changed. Everything though, really.

Oliver didn't let me wallow. He carried me right to the back yard and held me in his arms while I finished crying-I never thought I would, was surprised when I ran out of tears at last-and just let me talk about Max, about our history and all the times I wished I'd told the lord of the drach how much he meant ...