"I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always."
I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light--and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for--anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered--but not forever.