Emily’s perspective:

A timid whirlwind of dust and fallen greenery enraptures my trembling knees while my feet remain rooted in obedience to the inescapable law of gravity. I am lost in witnessing Grant’s ascension above the line of hemlock and spruce. I long to leave the earth, to take flight with my fated mate, but I cannot. Though I feel it is my place to be by his side as he faces down my brother and, even more, as he faces down his own brother, apparently fate has ...