Chapter 388

Ron’s breath caught and a delicious tingle ran down his spine. His entire body trembled, every nerve alight, and for a moment, he couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. His heart was pounding so hard against his ribs it almost hurt, thundering in anticipation and disbelief.

Was that really him? It sounded like him. It felt like him. Could it really be…

Slowly, he turned and the entire world seemed to stop in that moment.

His breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping his parted lips as his shiny green eyes went wide and locked onto the figure before him. 

There his beloved stood — tall, radiant, and impossibly handsome. His silver hair shimmered like threads of starlight, and those violet eyes, deep and kind, sparkled with love and tenderness.

“Zedekiel…” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with awe and emotion. 

His beloved was back. He was really back. His beloved wasn't a tree anymore. His lower lips quivered and his nose soured