Michael had told her of his part in Merle’s death…yet, she still loved him. ’Twas her great sin, her great weakness that she would follow him willingly, anywhere, until the end of time.
“Are you frightened?” he asked suddenly, his voice rumbling in her ear.
“When I am with you—nay, never,” she told him, turning to face him. They could not be together here, she knew. This was their only chance.
“Come, Allegra, let us go. ”
He took her hands in his, facing her fully, and looking down at her with those blue eyes lit with an odd, unsettling light.
She moved willingly with him to the edge of the tower’s railing, stepping up on it in tandem with him. “I love you,” she told him.
“I love you. ”
And then it was over.