Two Twisted Crowns: Part 3 – Chapter 50
Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King #2)
emories cloistered around me. Lullabies, riddles, rhymes.
The Nightmare sat on the stone in the chamber, looking up through the rotted-out ceiling. The same place where Aemmory Percyval Taxus had once lived, bled, died.
, he whispered to me.
I tried to reach out for him like I used to, but it was me, not him, trapped in the darkness. This time, he reached for me.
His presence was a hand against my cheek.
, I said.
He said nothing to that, reticent to accept, even now, that he was anything more than a monster.
, he whispered.
He unclenched his jaw and hauled in a breath.
, I whispered.
He nodded, folding his hands over his lap, and closed his eyes.
I shook my head.
My voice shook.
, he whispered, honey and oil and silk.
We said the final words together, our voices echoing, listless, through the dark. A final note. An eternal farewell.