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continuing what I knew was excruciatingly hard for him,
    “I could never reach you.” My heart was crying out for the break in his voice but I knew there was nothing I could do but be here for him to pass his burden over, giving me half the weight of it to carry. 
    “I thought in time…I thought…” Another deep breath taken and he finally came to the root of his anguish,
    “I thought by being with me…I thought that if I did everything as I did before…the way I loved you, the way I made love to you…I thought it would be enough to bring you home. I thought I would have been enough to bring you back but I wasn’t…
    “I failed you.” Hearing this, my breathing hitched and my heart stopped for one heart breaking moment. My hands slipped from his to cover the gasp that escaped only a second too late. He continued to look down and I knew he couldn’t meet my eyes.
    “Draven look at me.” I told him after seconds were too long to let go by without him knowing the truth.
    “Look at me.” I asked again when he didn’t move and I wanted to reach out and brush back the hair that was covering his face. In the end I didn’t get the chance as he finally raised his head. If I thought his words were heart breaking, then seeing the tears in his eyes refusing to fall was searing me to my core.
    “No. No Draven. You didn’t fail me.” He heard my words but tore his face away in what looked like disgust at himself. I reached out my hand, placing it on his cheek to bring him back to me.
    “Bill was the one who brought you back Keira, I just made you decide on whether to take it or not.”
    “Yes but Bill didn’t give me my memories. He didn’t make me love you…you did that. You gave me that life. You gave me the memories that I was searching for, not Bill. You made me your Keira and it was your voice in the dark that was slowly leading me home. Don’t you see, that wasn’t Katie who made that decision to take that coin, it was mine. Mine Draven. Do you hear me?” I shouted until his eyes refocused on me and that dark distance he was staring into was coming to the end.
    “I heard your voice and it brought me home…I found my way home…and I ran. I ran to you, Dominic Draven.” This was when his tears fell and they were the tears of my Guardian Angel so I reached out to him, bracing my hands on his shoulders and tasted them from his skin. I kissed each one away. He closed his eyes against the surge of emotions and I only managed to get a few stolen tender moments to soothe away his pain before I was in his arms and encased within his wings.
    “You soothe my soul and tend to my heart like no other,” he told me, obviously being able to read my last few thoughts. He held my head to his shoulder in an embrace and I could hear the steady beat of the heart he spoke of. It brought me peace.
    “That’s the way it should be.” I told him and he pulled me back gently to look down at me. He rubbed away the tears I hadn’t even realised I had been crying and tasted them off his thumb.
    “Yes. Yes, it is.” The way he said this sounded as though he had just worked this out. As though he was so used to being the one who provided the help and comfort in times such as this that it hadn’t occurred to him that it was my role as well. If it had been any other time I would have rolled my eyes at him, smacked him on the shoulder and shouted ‘of course it is you big oaf’ in frustration. But instead I let him pull me close and kiss me like no other man could. Then I did something I had never done before. I pushed him back so that he landed on his back with his wings spread out, spilling over the sides of the bed, they were that huge. Then I pulled the covers off the both of us, baring both our bodies to the light of day before lowering myself onto him, joining my body with his.
    His head arched back as he slipped inside and I too cried out my rapture at feeling him buried deep within me. I gazed down at the euphoric