He was still smiling, unguarded and strong. “Both of us together. We can make anything happen.”
“I hope so.” I was afraid that was a lie; but then I touched my stomach, and hope swelled inside me, and determination. “For her, yes. We’ll figure it out.”
He took my hand. I drew in a deep breath and looked at the demons gathering around us. I felt Oturu close by. Tracker was nowhere in sight. Perhaps, in his prison. I would take care of that later.
“Young Queen,” said Lord Ha’an, bowing his head. Dek and Mal let out a sad trill, while Raw and Aaz drank their last beers for a long time to come. Zee leaned against my legs, sighing.
I looked at my husband and placed his hand on my stomach. I drank in his face, bathed in the last glow of light; then looked from him to my mother’s grave. For a moment I thought I heard my name called, and turned. Far away, so far from us it seemed to be another world—and maybe it was—I saw a figure standing alone, waving.
Her hand stilled. A greeting, or good-bye.
I blinked, and she was gone.