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"It's not a happy ending!" she wept, as Elena stared at her, dumbfounded. "It will never be a happy ending! How can I possibly have a happy ending when I am going to have to spend the rest of my life without the creature I love?" Elena blinked at her, as did virtually everyone else in the courtyard. "You did say 'creature,' am I correct?" Elena asked cautiously. "And you do mean-" But she had already run across the courtyard and flung herself at Peri's neck, wrapping both arms around it. "I mean I am in love with Periapt," she cried, sobbing. "And I don't care who knows it! He's clever, he's wise, he's kind and gentle, he's noble-" And to her shock and amazement, Peri let out a bellow that sounded positively heartbroken. "I will never love anyone but you!" he cried. "I swear, I will never take a mate if it can't be you, and I don't care if they exile me from the clan forever for that. Let them exile me!" He shook his head violently as he looked down at her. "If only you could be a dragon, or make me human!" he cried, curving his neck around her and holding her close. Andie wept on, consumed with despair. "I will never, ever, ever find someone I love as much as you."
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"And then he saw her burning eyes. They gazed at him calmly and he saw in them benediction. He fell to his knees before her, pressing his face to her purple-velvet-clad-belly. "Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delight for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side." She smiled down at him and cupped his cheeks. "Valentine, do you love me?" Ah, God, it was like a shot to the gut. He squeezed tight his eyes. To come so close and lose her because of . "If I were able I would love you as no man has ever loved a woman since the beginning of time." She knelt then to face him and whispered, "But you able." He clutched her. He let her go, no, not even when she realized... "Seraphine, my darling, burning one, do you not remember? I told you, so long ago now, that I lacked that part. I -" "But you can, Valentine." She touched a finger to his cheek and then showed it to him. He blinked. Her finger was wet. His were wet. She smiled at him, his burning Seraphine, and it was as if the night sky were ablaze. "You love me." "I love you," he said in wonder, and felt his chest fill with warmth. " ." "And I love you," she whispered, her hands cupping his face. So he kissed her until she was limp and pliable and so very hot against him, and then he purred into her ear, "Does that mean you'll become my duchess, darling Bridget Crumb?" And when she sighed back, "Oh, yes, Val," he picked her up and carried her off to have his wicked, wicked way with her. Because he might have a heart now but some things weren't going to change." --
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