The Eye of the Wolf (49 page)

          “It’s true, Will.
The fairy tale shouldn’t have an end. History doesn’t have an end. It’s what we
make of it and nothing more.” She picked up her backpack and slung it over her
shoulder.

          Will smirked. He
twisted coppery curls around his fingers, allowing the silky strands to slide
through. He allowed himself one brief moment to wallow in the scent of her
before releasing her. Love pulsed through him. “Your publisher called today.”

          She raised an eyebrow
as they headed for the exit. She flipped the lights off as he held the door
open for her.

          “He wants to know
if you want to hold off publication for about a month or so. He wants to know
if you want to write that final chapter about the Dauphin marrying the American
professor.”

          Mikayla grinned.
Her laughter floated through the hallway as her hand slid neatly into his,
their fingers entwined. A perfect yellow sapphire winked in the bright sunlight
as they headed into the afternoon, hand-in-hand.

And they lived
happily ever after.

The End.