“My hut. My fire. That sounds a pleasant thing,” she said. “But I find the dark is the same wherever I am.” “You earned those eyes,” he said coldly, but I heard the hurt there too.
“I did,” she said with a sigh. “And more.”
[…] “Know that I loved you,” she said to the Darkling. “Know that it was not enough.” In a single movement, she shoved herself up on the wall, and before I could draw breath to scream, she tipped forward and vanished over the ledge, trailing the nichevo’ya behind her in tangled skeins of darkness.
They tumbled past us in a rush, a shrieking black wave that rolled over the terrace and plummeted down, drawn by the power she exuded.
“No!” the Darkling roared. He dove after her, the wings of his soldiers beating with his fury.