The conflict had ended.

The sun was streaming in through the windows as I woke up in a cozy bed.

Because of the mate relationship I had with Michael, my body was recovering rapidly.

I could feel a spark of light coursing through my veins every time he kissed my forehead or touched my hand, repairing the harm the scroll had done to my spirit.

But even though my body was growing stronger, I couldn't stop thinking about the individuals who had wronged me.

I was aware that I had to let go ...