"My only shot was Morvakar," he murmured. "He was my lucky charm." The chuckle that escaped him was low.
"Then get him!" Isolde snapped. She had moved closer without thinking.
"He is in a place I cannot reach at the moment." Damien's eyes flickered downward. "He lost his powers saving the prince, went into purgatory to get them back. My point is…" he inhaled sharply through his nose. "Whatever happens. I'm sorry. You are my one true mate and I am sorry I didn't wait for you."
Tears welled in Isolde's eyes and then spilled down her cheeks. She'd rehearsed a thousand speeches to give him if she ever got the chance, but not this. Not the sound of her fated mate saying goodbye. "When does the war begin?" she asked.
"Tomorrow night. So…take care of yourself. Councilman Richard will see to it you are properly cared for." He paused. "And make sure Magnus and our child grow up as the best of siblings."
