Summer of Frost (Forever Fae #3)(48)
“I was the one who told you,” I revealed confidently. “One time in our dreams we were discussing secrets that not many fae know, and that’s when I told you that promises don’t work in the mortal realm. I’d say that information came in handy today.” I brought mine and Sorcha’s clasped hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles while she watched me intently. “There was no way I’d ever promise to let someone else have you.”
“Deep down, I knew that, but it still made me mad to hear it,” Sorcha added. “When do you think my memories will come back, or if I’ll ever get them back?”
She looked back and forth between me and Oren. Her guardian shrugged, not knowing what to say, however I had an idea. “I think I know how,” I revealed to her. “When we go back to the Land of the Fae there’s somewhere I want to take you.”
Her bright green eyes searched mine excitedly. “Where?” she asked.
“You’ll see.”
By the time everything was said and done, Sarette finally joined us, holding the tip of Sorcha’s spear in her hand, and handed it to Sorcha. “This was on the ground after Alston turned to ash. I thought you might want it back.”
Sorcha flinched when she took it, not upset over killing Alston, but upset for causing her friend pain. She folded Sarette into her arms and held her close while her friend cried for her loss. “I’m so sorry, Sarette. I didn’t want it to end the way it did, but there was no other choice.”
“I know,” Sarette whispered.
Reluctantly, Sorcha pulled away and glanced behind her to the pile of ash on the ground, the pile of ash that used to be her lover, friend, and traitor. When she spotted me staring at her, she gave me a small smile. “I’m ready to go home. I’m ready to remember.”
No one said a word as Oren made the portal to lead us back home. If my idea worked, Sorcha would have her memories back, and be at her home where she belonged … with me.
“Are you sure this will work?” Oren asked.
“I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try. Send word to all the courts about what happened. I’ll bring Sorcha back soon.” Oren bowed his head and said his good-bye to Sorcha. I began taking off my clothes and tossing them to the ground once Oren and Sarette were out of sight. I was going to fly Sorcha to the place we needed to go, to the place I could feel calling to us once we stepped back into the Land of the Fae.
“Do you need me to hold your clothes?” Sorcha asked. Her tone was humor-filled while her eyes were alight with fire. Even though she didn’t remember our time together, I could still feel a want inside of her. It was a good sign.
“Yes, please. Unless you want me to walk around naked when we get to where I’m taking you.”
She shook her head and chuckled, gathering my clothes. “Do whatever you want. I’m not complaining.”
After she had my clothes piled in her arms, I started the transformation. She stood in awe as my dragon side appeared before her. “Wow,” she breathed once it was all over.
I lowered my body to the ground so she could climb up. When I felt her settled and holding on tight, I lifted off into the sky. I could see for miles and miles away when I was in the air. The Summer Court was green and lush with life as we flew across the expanse of it. The place I was taking her was so close I could feel the pull tugging on my insides and guiding my wings there. When our destination appeared, I landed smoothly on the ground and waited for Sorcha to slide off my back before I transformed into my body.
She handed me my clothes and walked away from me as if she were in a daze. “I can sense it calling to me,” she whispered, hooking a glance over her shoulder at me.
“So can I.”
She glided slowly across the ground, but then stopped and knelt down, placing her hands on the dry earth below her. The land vibrated with energy, and immediately burst forth with new life the moment her hands made contact. It was surreal how it all happened so suddenly. The sea we had dreamed of now filled up the horizon as far as we could see, and below our feet was the soft, white sand. Sorcha giggled as the water flowed over her hands and legs, soaking her with its warm embrace. When she turned around, tears flooded her eyes … happy tears, and she was beaming.
“I remember,” she murmured softly. “I remember everything.”
The look of relief on Drake’s face was heartwarming. I knew he was worried about it not working by bringing me to our land, but it did. He scooped me into his arms and kissed me with more passion than I ever thought imaginable. His tongue devoured mine with such intensity that I could feel the longing come off of him in waves.
Not wanting to separate from his kisses, reluctantly I did. “I’m so sorry, Drake. I never imagined I’d ever lose my memories of you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I spent the rest of my life not remembering what we had.”
Drake shook his head and placed both his hands on my face. “You would’ve remembered in time. You found me in your dreams even though you lost your memories. That right there says that no matter what happens to us we will always remember each other … one way or another.”
“How did you find me?” I asked curiously. “I never heard you or Oren say.”
“Sarette was the one who found you. She overheard Alston saying something about a house he had in the mortal realm. She followed him and saw for herself. Oren and I searched all the places you and Alston used to frequent together, but of course, they were all the wrong ones.”