One faerie - and then we were free. Just on more swing of my arm. And maybe one more after that - maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.

Nesryn Sobbed, tugging and tugging.Sartaq smiled at her ــ gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen."I Loved you before I ever set eyes on you," he said."Please," Nesryn wept.Sartaq's hand tightened on hers. "I wish we'd had time."A Hiss behind him, a rising bulk of shining black ــThen the prince was gone. Ripped from her hands.As if he had never been.

The numbness snapped. Snapped with such a violent crack that she was surprised they didn't hear it.

Fireheart, why do you cry?""Because I am lost. And do not know the way