Ambrosia (Frost and Nectar Book 2)
Ambrosia: Chapter 19

The blade went in—not as piercing as I’d thought, but like a punch to the chest, followed by a sort of dizzying disbelief at what I’d done.

With the stones beneath my back, I felt myself hollowing out—my bones, my skull. My body filled with cold shadows and the warm scent of her, like burning cedar.

I couldn’t survive killing another woman I loved. And what was the point of the two of us dying? Queen Mab would never allow me to live, for all her promises.

Light pierced the arches from above, and I was no longer in the Court of Sorrows, but I saw Ava before me. There she was, standing before the portal of Faerie as a little girl, trying to get back into a kingdom I already ruled as a child. Tiny Ava had tears running down her pink cheeks, and she clutched her Mickey Mouse backpack. She’d loved her mother, Chloe, but no one else in the human world thought she belonged.

My own mother’s voice rang in my thoughts, and the vision disappeared with a rippling of waves, like a stone cast into a lake.

You are dying, Torin.

I had to die at some point, Mother.

I’d always taken pride in being able to take care of people, anticipating their needs and making them comfortable. A king and queen were parents to an entire realm. A flicker of icy panic pierced my dulling thoughts because who would be there to care for them now?

But Ava was safe…

When I’d first walked into the bar to find a tiny brunette fae glaring at me, drunkenly staggering, I never could have imagined this was how it would end.

Somewhere in my soul dwelled a phantom life, one where Ava was my wife. One where she slept in the crook of my arm and kissed my neck. One where she peered over coffee at me across a morning-lit table.

In my phantom life, she curled up on a bed to read a book next to me.

But that was as tangible as smoke.

She couldn’t be my wife. Though, as my mind hollowed out, I couldn’t quite remember why…it was a stupid reason.

Was that the sound of Ava screaming?

My thoughts rushed back, a wild river careening to different memories etched in my mind. I was with my mom, walking after her. Snow covered the fields, but Faerie still had a queen, so icicles dripped onto the path. In some places, the snow had melted away to reveal bright green blades of grass. When my mother turned to look at me, I felt so proud of her for inviting the spring and for being the most beautiful woman in Faerie. But as we walked deeper into the forest, she wouldn’t stop coughing, and I hated the noise. Why had I felt like she was doing it on purpose? No one is sick on purpose.

I was falling apart because I knew she wouldn’t be able to look after me anymore.

The river of memory veered in another direction, and I was at her bedside, making her a card with a pencil and paper. Someone had convinced me that the magic of wellness could be created through a card.

Another turn of the river.

I was running through the castle hall now, years after Mother died. Orla was screaming, and when I slammed open the door to her room, I found that the fire from the hearth had burned her dress. A nurse was supposed to be looking after her, but the nurse must have fallen asleep. I remember feeling that no one except me was capable of looking after her.

In the Court of Sorrows, I stared at red leaves raining down on me, struck again by the realization that I was dying and that I would never see Ava again, or Orla. Even if my thoughts were about to stop forever, I felt certain I’d miss them horribly.

When I brought Ava to the craggy cliffside overlooking Faerie’s valley and pointed out the mountain ranges and tribes, I could never have predicted that one day, I’d intentionally step into the blade of a heartbreakingly beautiful Unseelie.

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