Chapter Fifty-Two
“‘Tis time, Torin.”
Her words stoked the uneasiness already simmering in his gut. “So ye’ve decided it’s time to rein in the beast ye unleashed upon the world?” Torin rested his hand atop the haft of his sword. The worn grip melted into his palm like a well-worn, leather glove.
“The world needed cleansing, Torin. We’ve discussed this before and ye have no right to question my ways. Perhaps I did err in unleashing him upon the world but I owe ye no explanation.” The melodic voice riding atop the biting wind rang with a hint of disapproval. “Arach has done what his instincts lead him to do and he’s served his purpose well. Too well. ’Tis time for you and your mate to join forces and serve your purpose too.”
“She’s no’ ready. I need more time. Her sister just arrived and she’s no’ ready to make her choice.” Torin strained to force the revelation out into the open. Emma needed more time to realize she belonged at his side. With Laynie’s help, he felt sure he could convince her to join him beyond the veil. But if he forced her to choose now, he wasn’t so sure he would win.
“No.”
The wind howled louder through the stones, setting the dried grasses to rustling. Their brittle whispers swept all around as though chiding Torin for his reluctance. “In her heart, her decision is made. ’Tis time to see if she’s found the courage to follow it.”
“And if she hasn’t?”
“Then you will be alone.”