
Aubrielle laughed. It went on and on, as if she couldn’t manage to stop herself. Taylin could only watch silently, until Aubrielle could regain control of herself. It happened sooner than Taylin would have thought, but somehow still not soon enough. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to get that laugh out of her head again. Aubrielle tossed the knife back towards the body of the raider it belonged to and whirled around to face her.
“All these years…all these years I’ve been so afraid, afraid of everything! They made sure that I was. But if I had known that accepting Tiamat’s pact would have been like this, I would have done it so much sooner. I wouldn’t have had to suffer like I did.”
Taylin couldn’t bring herself to say anything at all. She had always thought that the stories Aubrielle told about her family legacy were just that, stories. But the proof of demon blood was right in front of her. Aubrielle already looked different, less human, than she had five minutes ago. What had happened to the Aubrielle she knew? Poor shy, sweet Aubrielle who wouldn’t have hurt a fly? Where did that girl go when Tiamat took over? So she said nothing. Not that Aubrielle gave her much of a chance to speak.
“Surely you see now that I don’t have to be afraid any more, nothing can hurt me now. Or you, or anyone I care about. As long as you stay with me, I can protect you. No…I will protect you. Always.” Aubrielle held out her hand. Taylin felt as if she were making a fatally bad decision, but she didn’t seem to be able to stop herself. She took the hand that was offered to her, and used it to pull herself to her feet. Then she looked at Aubrielle, taking in everything that was different…and everything that was still the same.
“Till death do us part.” She said.