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had a lot of time to think about it, and I feel sad instead of anger. I keep thinking that there was something different I could have done, situations I should have handled better. If I kept my temper under control… Would it have even mattered? Or would it have happened regardless of what I did?”

“It should not have happened in the first place! He put you in the worst situation imaginable, it is amazing you survived. I was losing my mind thinking I may have lost you, not knowing if I would ever get that answer. And he gets to, what? Sit in a cell for a few years of his life?”

Rhulle was, understandably, pissed. Owen had been a constant annoyance with him and now he tried to do the unforgivable.

“Yes, he will, I’m sure of it, and it will be hell on him. But he may also get some help and reorganize his mind. Right now, he sees himself as doing nothing wrong, Owen may eventually come to terms with what he’s done, how he’s acted. His old self may resurface with that knowledge. That will weigh heavily on him, that knowledge in his clarity. That will be his true punishment.”

Rhulle looked at her in a puzzling manner, looking to possibly understand her logic.

Avie explained further, “What if… How would you feel if you found out you tried to kill me when you weren’t aware of your own actions?”

His eyes lowered, thinking over the example, “I would be devastated.”

“Owen will have an awful long time to think about it. I think that’s a suitable punishment.”

“You still want what is best for him, even after what he did,” Rhulle’s voice was soft, contemplative over her reasoning.

“I don’t want him to be lost anymore, but I still want justice.”

He brought her hand to his face, kissing it, “You will, most certainly.”

They talk over events of their time separated, over her surgery; lifting her shirt to show the bandages, two long gauze pads taped down over her stitches to aid in healing. She stated how the doctor found her very lucky—all things considered. Avie went on to explain the process of re-learning to stand and walk after the trauma, why it took so long for her to come to him.

“I wanted to come sooner, I gave it my all, pushing to walk as much as I could, trying to get better faster. I had no idea what you must have been going through.”

“I tried to distract myself, with reading mostly. Most of the time, all I could do was sit in silence and stare at the hospital. There was a window that was always open at night. I half thought it may have been you, it gave me hope.”

“That was! I’m sure of it. I wanted you to see it so badly, and maybe you would know it was me and that I was okay. I tried to look for you, every evening, all of the time—I hoped I could see you in the distance. I’m happy you at least noticed my small signal.”

The police were brought up again, they were prodding around his house during the few weeks she spent in the hospital. Rhulle had the ability to see them coming, able to hide all of the items Avie brought over up inside the plaster of the roof before they reached his dwelling. Owen spoke of his existence to them, that was evident by the question Detective Cooper asked. But since they couldn’t find any evidence of Rhulle, it further didn’t look good for the blond’s mental health.

“I trusted you with my life, and you have kept me secret all this time. Darling, I do not think I can let you be alone tonight.”

“I can’t be alone tonight, I need to be with you, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”

He ran his hands through her hair, cradling her close and enveloping her in his wings. Avie felt his chest stutter on an inhale, before crooning in a bittersweet warble, his heart strung words making her own chest ache at the emotion behind them.

“Stars above, oh how I have missed you.”

They kissed, the first one in weeks.

She was encompassed in the comfort of Rhulle, even after they broke from kissing, they still stayed close to the other's face, taking in all details, memorizing all features. She gently caressed the feathers at his jaw once more.

“Delahara incu.”

Rhulle let out a shaky breath at her words, having his eyes fall closed, “Say that again.”

“Delahara incu, Rhulle.”

His forehead touched hers, his hand cusping the side of her face, “Again.”

“Delahara incu, Delahara incu, Delahara incu, Delahara in—!”

The woman was interrupted by his kiss, his emotions coming to the forefront, she could feel what he did though the connection. All of the pain, the fear, the relief. All of his desperation and love. Avie was sure he could feel hers too.

They were two lonely souls in need for the other, despite all odds coming together and finding comfort and love in the other half. Avie was all Rhulle wanted and needed, Rhulle was all Avie had been missing. The two lost and desolate had found a home in each other, intending to stay forever.

After this, nothing could separate them.

CHAPTER 22

An information was handled by Blacken police, keeping Owen in a temporary holding cell at the jail until court proceedings could be set up. Almost as soon as Avie gave the statement to detectives, the criminal complaint was placed and accepted for Owen Zagorski’s arrest.

Due to the nature of Blacken being such a small town, people began to gossip about the circumstances. Everyone knew of the eccentric librarian who spent all of his time with a certain florist, but to attempt to kill her in cold blood within a few short months? Rumours spread over what happened that allowed such an event to take place.

“I heard they were secret lovers. She was carrying his baby that he didn’t want, that’s why she was shot