#Chapter 162

Theodore’s POV The Bravern-Fairweather Bash, as Marcy had insisted we call it, had been everything. The mingling of our two magical families, separated from us for so much of our lives, felt like the righting of a simple but powerful wrong. Like the wedding celebration we should have had instead of the disaster Lucas had unfathomably been pardoned for that still haunted my dreams. The next morning, as soon as I awoke, I rolled over to cuddle my mate and tried to fall back asleep. Every one of the past ten mornings, I had been excited to wake up next to her, to spend my days with her. But I didn’t want to wake up today, on the day I’d have to leave her again. My wishing we wouldn’t have to didn’t stop it from happening though. We had the car all packed before we joined everyone at the barn for our farewell breakfast with the Braverns and Fairweathers alike. The moment we walked in though, I noticed the mood was notably different. Yesterday, people had cheered upon our entra