It was her, and it was him.
That was all that mattered.
“You need to rest.” He kissed the top of her hair again and turned for their home, picking his way from the forest along the well-worn path back to where they belonged. Fire Stone.
The End.
To be Continued in The Age of Ivy and Rose
About the Author
A book hoarder and coffee addict by heart Anna Bloom loves to write extraordinary stories about real love. Based south of London with her husband, three children and a dog with a beard, Anna likes to connect with readers, fan girl over her favourite authors and binge watch Supernatural while drinking lots of wine.
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