Stark -“I’m gonna kick some immortal a**. For you, for me, and for Heath.” Stark - Arrogant. He’s more arrogant than I ever was. “I told you I wasn’t a boy anymore.” Without hesitation, Stark strode forward, holding the claymore with both hands, perfectly centered on the geometrical strike lines that coalesced over Kalona’s body. The only other person who can make, or unmake, me a Guardian is my queen, and she knows about me and my past.” Kalona - “A broken Guardian for a shattered girl. It seems you two fit better together now,” he said. And that seriously pissed me off. “You have no idea how tired I am of your crap, Kalona,” I said. Both of their heads snapped up. I didn’t look away from Kalona, but I could feel Stark’s grin. In zoey’s perspective - Kalona’s eyes glinted dangerously. “You cannot hold me here forever. And when you finally release me, I will make you pay for this.” “Okay, see, just like Stark said—you’re wrong. Again. There are different rules in the Otherworld, so I probably could keep you here forever, if I wanted to stay and turn into Crazy Vengeance Girl, but here’s the deal: I already almost turned into one kind of crazy girl. I’m not so much interested in doing that again. Plus, I want to go home. So, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna pay me the life debt you owe me for killing my consort, Heath Luck, by bringing Stark back to me. Then Stark and me, we’re going home. Oh, and by the way, I don’t care where you’ll be going.” In zoey’s perspective - I ignored the “my queen” stuff. I mean, I’d heard him call me that earlier, and then again to Kalona. I wondered briefly if that had been before or after the immortal had started smacking him in the head, then I focused on the “I’ll do it” part of what he’d said Zoeys perspective - His torn lips didn’t stop Stark’s cocky smile. “You’re my queen, and anyone who says different can ******** off.” He lifted himself up then and, struggling to get his breathing under control, stared down at me. Goddess, he was gorgeous! Zoey - After I was done crying and mourning and remembering, I wiped my eyes and let Stark help me to my feet. “Are you ready to go home now?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah. Home sounds good. But, uh, Z, how am I getting there?” I grinned at him. “By trusting me.” “Ach, well, it’ll be a wee easy trip then, won’t it?” “Where the heck did you get that Irish accent?” stark in zoeys perspective - “Irish! Are yie deaf, wumman?” he growled the words at me while I frowned at him. Then Stark’s laughter filled the grove. He hugged me, and said, “Scottish, Z, not Irish. And you’ll see where I got it real soon.” Zoeys perspective - Then I placed my hand over Stark’s heart and leaned down. Just before I pressed my lips to his, I said, “Come back to your queen, Guardian. It’s all over now.” Then I kissed him. As his eyelids fluttered and opened, I heard Nyx’s musical laughter fill my mind, and her voice saying: No, daughter, it’s not all over. It’s just beginning . . .