NICKOLAS

I'm not sure which is more astonishing - the fact that I survived an arrow piercing my heart or seeing Amelia here before me, her angelic face peaceful in slumber. I owe my life to Ava and her niece. Ava's quick thinking to portal me to her estate, where her niece resided and tended to our wounds, is the only reason Eric and I still draw breath. But even that pales in comparison to the miracle of Amelia's presence.

As I watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest, emotion swells ...