Daughters. Jonmarc caught his breath and tightened his grip on Carina's hand.
Before he could collect his thoughts to reply, Alfarr was gone.
"What do you suppose that means?" Carina asked, looking toward the empty doorway.
"Visions are strange things," Gabriel said. "They can mean a great deal, or nothing at all.
Even if they come true, they can lead to an end that the seer never imagined." Jonmarc met
his eyes, and knew that Gabriel's insight came from visions of his own.
Gabriel clapped a hand on Jonmarc's shoulder. "Let the future take care of itself, for once.
There'll be time enough for visions. Today, we celebrate."
"That works for me. I'm a one-day-at-a-time kind of guy." Jonmarc pulled Carina into his arms and looked into her eyes. "Twin girls, huh? That'll take some getting used to." She chuckled. "It's too late for second thoughts."
He kissed the thin pink scar on her palm. "Second thoughts? Never. But even if they're healers like you, expect me to teach them to use a sword." "We'll see about that."
Jonmarc leaned down to kiss her. As he met her lips and drank in the scent of her hair, he realized that for the first time in half his life, the future was no longer a dark unknown. He heard the crowd around them clinking goblets and cheering for their kiss as Carina leaned against him and returned his kiss with fervor. Visions be damned.
The Lord of Dark Haven had come home.