Lady of Starfire by Melissa Roehrich EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Sorin
When Sorin Aditya woke he knew without opening his eyes that she
was not in his bed, but he stretched a hand out anyway, feeling the
cold space where his wife should have been. He didn’t know how
long he’d been sleeping since he’d given her the last of his fire. Far longer
than what used to be required of him, that he was sure of.
He hadn’t felt her get out of the bed. He hadn’t heard her slip from their
bedchamber in the castle in Avonleya. His senses were as muted as they had
been when he’d been in the mortal lands for three years.
He also had no way of finding her.
He could not feel her.
He could not speak to her down a bond they had once shared.
He cracked his eyes open, lifting his arm to stare at his left hand. The
black Mark that had once swirled around the back of his hand and down his
fingers was gone, not a trace of it left.
In fact, all of his Marks were gone. Every last one.
A mortal could not bear Fae Marks.
A mortal could not be a Source.
A mortal did not have enhanced sight or smell or hearing.
He sighed, throwing back the wool blankets and setting his feet on the
ornate rug. Resting his elbows on his knees, his head fell into his hands, and
his fingers dug into his ebony hair. He didn’t know where Scarlett was, but
a part of him was glad she was not here to see him like this. He had made
sure the last thing she had felt from him was love and warmth and
everything she was to him. He had kept himself together so she could fall
apart. Wiping her tears away, he had been the strength she needed him to
be. He couldn’t be her Source anymore, but he could be that for her.
This felt as though he were back in the mortal lands before she had
taken the wards down that prevented beings from accessing their magic. At
least when he had been stuck there he had known his power was asleep just
beneath the surface. He had known that the moment he stepped over the
border into the Fire Court, his flames would be at his fingertips.
He would never hold fire in his palm again.
That reality was driven home when a breeze came through the open
window and goosebumps erupted across his skin. They were on the brink of
summer, and he was fucking cold.
Muttering a curse, he stood and made his way to the large dressing
room. Surveying his options, he swiped a hand down his face. He still wore
the loose pants he’d worn to bed, but he needed something warmer than the
short-sleeve options for his upper half. The only long-sleeved items he
owned were ornate jackets for special occasions. He had brought a few of
them from the Fire Court. He never wore long-sleeve tunics. With fire in his
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