This is nearly twice as long as a normal chapter, but there wasn't a place I wanted to cut it. Thanks to everyone who has read & reviewed so far, and I hope you like this conclusion!

The horse's hooves galloped against the ground, leaving a dusty cloud in their wake as Flynn raced to his home in the village outside of his kingdom's castle. Two palace guards stood at the end of his makeshift drive, with two more at the doorway, and three more, positioned in equal distances apart around the entirety of his home, leaving no doubt as to who was inside. Once again, the surrounding neighbors hid in fear, watching carefully from their windows, knowing something terrible had happened inside the home so close to theirs. Flynn quickly climbed off his horse, tying the reins to the fence outside, and haphazardly ran inside.

"What happened?" Flynn asked, flinging open the door. He'd been hiding in the castle, waiting for Jacob and Eve to return when everything went wrong. "The messenger was so flustered, all I got was Eve and curse and come quick."

"He put her under a damn sleeping curse," Jacob growled, pacing around the front of the large wooden table that once served as the Carsen family dining table and currently held his sister's motionless body.

Face colored with worry, Flynn wandered over to Eve, marveling over how peaceful she looked, her eyes closed, her breathing steady, as if she were just sleeping a normal slumber. Despite knowing it would do no good, Flynn jostled her arm, trying to shake her awake.

"Really?" Jacob asked.

"I had to…try," Flynn muttered. "Why did you leave her here? Won't she be safer in the castle? Surely the guards could provide enough cover to get her…"

"Can't move her," Jacob said, cutting Flynn off. "At least not outside your house. Nice little twist from Moriarty. He knew we'd stay with her or have guards watching over her here…"

"Leaving fewer defenses at the castle," Flynn realized.

"Exactly," Jacob said. "I hate to prove him right, but I can't leave here without protection."

Flynn nodded his agreement, then said, "The only way to break a sleeping curse is true love's kiss."

"I don't know much about magic, Flynn, but I know that," Jacob grumbled.

"Did you try kissing her?" Flynn asked. "A brother's love…surely, that's pure enough to wake her."

"Yeah, I tried," Jacob admitted, finally halting his pacing near Eve's feet.

"Didn't work?" Flynn asked.

"Does she look awake to you?" Jacob raged, his voice rising. He took a calming breath and said, "I thought maybe you…if it's not me, it has to be you."

"Right," Flynn agreed. He quickly hurried over to the table and without hesitation, leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Eve's cheek.

Jacob watched closely, still standing near Eve's feet. Flynn immediately looked at him after his lips brushed her cheek, only to rapidly turn his head back towards Eve in a near double-take when nothing happened. Worried was the look the men shared after that; they had both expected Flynn's kiss to work. Flynn's nervous eyes settled back on the unconscious princess in his dining room, and he kissed her cheek again, harder this time. When that still didn't work, he moved towards her lips, but Jacob grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing, man?" Jacob asked.

"I thought her cheek might not be good enough," Flynn admitted with an anxious tone.

"She didn't even stir when you kissed her; it ain't gonna matter where," Jacob said.

"What do we do?" Flynn asked.

"I don't know," Jacob admitted.

"You're the king; you have to know what to do," Flynn pushed.

"I don't know!" he said again. "If her closest brother and her oldest friend aren't good enough, then she's got another true love out there, and only that person can wake her, and I have no idea who that is or where they might be because I haven't so much as talked to her in four years!"

"Only that person…" Flynn repeated quietly. A small smile graced his face before he whispered, "Of course."

"What?" Jacob asked, detecting the change in Flynn's voice. "What did you just figure out?"

"Cassandra," Flynn whispered.

"What?" Jacob asked again.

"But how could Moriarty have known about Cassandra…?" Flynn muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Jacob asked with a firmer tone.

"Cassandra!" Flynn exclaimed with a newfound confidence. He turned around and ran back towards his horse. It took a moment for Jacob's brain to catch up to the sudden change in events, but soon, he was hot on Flynn's heels.

"Who's Cassandra?" Jacob called from the doorway as Flynn continued to run down the drive.

"She's the princess Eve lives with on the island!" Flynn called as he mounted his horse again. He pulled the reins and directed the horse back to the castle, yelling, "I'll be back!" as he ventured back in the same direction he'd just come.

Back on the island that Eve now called home, Cassandra's eyes grew wide as her grip on the back of her chair tightened and fear coiled in her belly. "What do you mean Eve's life depends on it?" she panicked.

"She's under a sleeping curse," Flynn explained, his voice a lot calmer than he actually felt. "She was gaining on Moriarty, and he put her under a sleeping curse before she could truly get the upper hand."

"You mean, people actually use those?" Ezekiel asked.

"Yes," Flynn said. "They're a staple in all the stories because they're easy to cast and can be hard to break, depending on the victim's circumstances. They're more common than you'd think…even in lands like ours that don't readily use magic."

"I don't have a potion that can break that kind of spell," Cassandra said, her voice shaking slightly. "Nobody's ever been able to create one."

Flynn smiled a little at her innocent obliviousness, and Jenkins, given their conversation from the night prior, did, too. "We don't need a potion," Flynn said. "I think we just need you."

"What do you mean?" Cassandra asked.

"True love's kiss," he said. "You just need to come wake her up."

Cassandra's eyes grew wide as Flynn explicitly laid out the solution that, deep down, she understood but wouldn't quite admit to herself yet. "True lo…what?" she stuttered, her mind rapidly spiraling out of control. She clutched the back of the library's chair harder to steady herself and her thoughts as she began to feel like the walls of the spacious library were closing in on her.

"Well, that should be easy," Flynn said. "You've been together for years, right?"

"No! No, not like…not like that," Cassandra replied.

"Really?" Flynn asked. Cassandra shook her head in the negative, confirming what she'd just said. "Why?" Flynn asked simply.

"Because…because I don't know; we just aren't," Cassandra said honestly. "But I can't…"

"You can't what?" Flynn asked.

"I can't go wake her up," Cassandra said.

"But don't you love her?" Flynn asked, his own apprehension rising.

"Of course! Of course I…" Cassandra anxiously replied. Her face broke into a small grin as she admitted, for the first time, "Of course I love her, but I can't, Flynn. I can't ever leave this place."

"What do you mean?" Flynn asked. "Sure, you can! We'll get the door, and then we'll set the door, and then we go. Easy peasy!"

"It's not that simple," Cassandra revealed in a sad voice. "This place is keeping me alive."

"Cassandra," Jenkins said softly as Flynn's face fell.

"You kiss her," Cassandra said to Flynn, a sadness shining through in her tone. "She said she could've married you. You can kiss her."

"I tried, Cassandra," Flynn said. "Jacob did, too. It didn't work."

"How is that possible?" Cassandra asked. "I know your love is true!"

"You're Eve's love," Flynn said. "You're the only one who can wake her; I know it."

"I'm afraid Mr. Carsen is right, Princess," Jenkins said. Everyone turned to look at the watchful knight as he explained, "Those curses are designed so that only the one who has the strongest hold on a person's heart can wake them. It doesn't mean Eve's love with Flynn or her brother isn't real or true; it doesn't even mean she loves them less. It just means…"

"That if someone told Eve to follow her heart, it would lead her to me?" Cassandra asked softly.

"Precisely," Jenkins said. He grinned and added, "And you were worried Eve would choose to not return."

"So…" Cassandra said, struggling to find another solution. She knew she was the answer to Eve's problem, but she also wasn't sure she'd be able to bring herself to step through that door. "You have the key, just…just go back home and bring her here. Nothing in this land prevents us from breaking a curse here, right?"

"No," Flynn said softly. "Moriarty's made her impossible to move – outside of my house, that is."

"She's in your house, not the castle?" Cassandra asked with alarm.

"I'm sure that was no accident, either," Flynn said.

Cassandra groaned. "He really is awful, isn't he?" she said. "Okay, so what if…"

"Cassandra," Flynn said, interrupting. A hint of begging creeped into his voice as he said, "You have to come with me; it's the only way."

"I've been frozen in time for a long time," Cassandra said, helplessly, her voice fearful. "What if all those years catch up to me as soon as I step through a portal?"

"That won't happen," Jenkins told her. "I've traveled between worlds many times myself throughout the years; I can promise you that time will not catch up to you all at once."

"But when I'm there…" Cassandra whispered worriedly.

"Time will be moving, yes," Jenkins said. "Your body will pick up where it left off, for lack of a better description."

"So what if I can't get back? What if I can't get back before it gets worse?" Cassandra wondered.

"Cassandra," Jenkins said calmly, looking right at her. Cassandra's watery eyes caught his, and he waited until she took a breath to continue. "You were well when you came here; you're not like those who arrive at the brink of death. You will be okay. Do you really want to let fear cost you the woman you love?"

"No," Cassandra said softly. With another shaky breath, she collected her thoughts and said again, a little bit more surely, "No."

"What do you want?" Jenkins asked her.

"I want Eve to come home," Cassandra said.

"So you'll come?" Flynn asked hopefully. The room fell silent as Cassandra lost herself in her own thoughts again.

"What about the kittens?" she finally asked, looking at Jenkins. "They're still upstairs."

"I will take care of them until you return," Jenkins promised.

"You hate them," Cassandra reminded him.

"I love you more," Jenkins said.

Touched, Cassandra smiled in his direction briefly before she turned to Flynn and nodded. "We have to wait, though," Cassandra said. "The door…we can't, with all these people around."

"Alright, everyone!" Ezekiel yelled, standing from his place at the table. Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise at the outburst. "Library's closed! Come on; everybody out! Let's go now! Chop, chop!"

Cassandra and Jenkins both watched in silence as Ezekiel hurried around the room, shooing everyone out. Flynn joined in, too, scurrying behind people on their way out to prevent them from trying to turn back in. When the last person outside of their small group of four was gone, Ezekiel closed the door behind them with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Problem solved," he said. When nobody said anything, he rolled his eyes and headed back for the table, muttering, "Thank you, Ezekiel. Great thinking, Ezekiel…" to himself.

"Ready?" Flynn asked, looking at Cassandra.

"Before I change my mind…" Cassandra said with a slight nod.

Cassandra and Flynn stumbled through the portal door, back into the castle Eve once called home, and Cassandra immediately reached for the nearest stable surface she could find, a wave of dizziness washing over her as a small, panicked cry escaped her throat.

"It's okay," Flynn said, hurrying over to her as soon as he caught his own footing. "Eve was a little shaken when we walked through the door, too."

"She was?" Cassandra asked.

"How long have you been frozen?"

"Seven years," Cassandra said. "Coming up on eight."

Flynn's eyes widened as if he didn't expect her answer to reflect so much time. "Okay, and we're sitting," he said.

They'd stumbled out of a closet near a staircase; Cassandra's hands were clutching the top railing of the stairs. Flynn gently helped her over to the top step, where they both took a seat. Flynn promised to be right back, running to Eve's old bedroom, where he'd used the key to get back to the Mysterious Island to get Cassandra. Once the key was safely in his pocket, he returned just as Cassandra was picking her head back up and out of her open palms.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

"Give me a few more minutes," she requested. Flynn nodded. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" he asked.

"That I'm the one Eve needs to wake up?" she asked.

"Besides the fact that I have eyes?" Flynn teased, causing Cassandra to roll hers. "It wasn't her brother. It wasn't me. It had to be you. I only saw you together for a day, but I knew it had to be you."

Cassandra was quiet for another moment before she nodded. "Okay," she said. "Let's go get her."

She followed Flynn down and out of Eve's family castle, and Flynn helped her up onto his horse; Cassandra held onto Flynn's sides as he, once again, guided the horse to hurry back to his home in the village. Cassandra wanted to get a look at the kingdom, at the place Eve had once called home, but the forests around her were a blur of greens as Flynn's horse traversed the well-worn dirt paths, his hooves beating against the ground in a fast, rhythmic pattern.

Once they arrived, the guards surrounding the home stood a little more at attention upon seeing the new arrival, and Cassandra kept her nervous eyes on them as she climbed off Flynn's horse. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Flynn took off again, running for his front door. Just as he was about to pull the door open with wild abandon, he noticed Cassandra wasn't with him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hurrying back over to her.

"They're looking at me like I shouldn't be here," Cassandra whispered, eyeing the guards, her gaze briefly shifting to a next-door neighbor staring out their window.

"Ignore them; I'll take care of it," Flynn promised.

Flynn's version of taking care of it proved to be no more than grabbing Cassandra's hand and hurrying her to the front door, calling to the guards that she was here to help the princess as they passed. The guards stood down, and they entered the home, Eve's body coming into view as Cassandra slowly came around the wall separating the living room from the stone dining table.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

Her voice alerted Jacob to the fact that he was no longer alone. He was sitting by Eve's side, on one of the benches surrounding the table, but he quickly stood when he realized Flynn had returned.

"Cassandra?" Jacob asked as Flynn walked up behind her.

"Yes," she said. "Jacob, I presume?" Her eyes widened as she caught her mistake. "I mean, uh…Your Majesty," she corrected with a slight curtsey.

"Jacob's fine," he replied. He looked her over with a smile, and Cassandra frowned.

"What?" she asked.

"My sister's got good taste," Jacob laughed.

"Okay, less of this, more true love kissing. Come on," Flynn said. He grasped Cassandra's shoulders and hurried her over to Eve's makeshift bed. Leaving Cassandra next to her, Flynn stepped back to stand by Jacob and give the girls some room.

Cassandra climbed up onto the table and sat next to Eve's chest; she looked Eve over before nervously glancing up at Flynn and Jacob again. Jacob's eyes widened in waiting, and Flynn nodded encouragingly. This wasn't at all like how she thought kissing Eve might go, the few times she allowed herself to think about kissing Eve, that is. She didn't expect to have an audience, waiting with bated breath. She didn't expect to be Eve's only hope, but seeing her again and knowing she wasn't in as peaceful a sleep as she looked made Cassandra want her back more than she'd already been wanting Eve to come home. With a small breath, she leaned down and simply touched her lips to Eve's – actually kissing an unconscious person seemed so weird, especially for something as special as Cassandra thought a first kiss should be. She pulled away quickly, but nothing happened.

Cassandra's eyes welled up with scared tears, and she looked over to the guys again. Jacob looked concerned, but Flynn just nodded slightly again. Cassandra leaned in again, and this time, as the touch of her lips turned into the press of a kiss, she felt Eve begin to stir beneath her.

Cassandra sat up straight at the slightest flutter of Eve's lips, and it only took another moment for Eve to fully awake, sitting up with a gasp. Cassandra gasped, too, her hand moving to cover her mouth, tears still pooling in her eyes. Eve took a minute to get her bearings, looking around the room to figure out where she was and what had happened. After a quick glance at a happy Flynn and relieved Jacob, her eyes turned to the girl sitting opposite her on the edge of the table. Eve grinned.

"I knew it would be you," Eve said quietly, so only Cassandra could hear.

Cassandra let out a little laugh, a tear finally spilling down her cheek, as she dropped her hand from her mouth and leaned in to capture Eve's lips in a proper kiss. Eve returned the kiss right away, and Cassandra moved towards her until she was close enough to wrap both of her arms around Eve's shoulders. Eve's hands found Cassandra's waist, pulling her closer still as she smiled against Eve's lips. Her eyes still closed, Eve could feel Cassandra's smile against her mouth, and she grinned, too, before softly kissing her again.

"Are you okay?" Eve asked as they parted, her thumb caressing Cassandra's cheek. "You're…you're here," she said as if she couldn't quite believe Cassandra had left the island.

"I feel fine…for now," Cassandra promised with a smile. "I can't believe you're worried about me when you're the one who was cursed."

"I feel fine, too," Eve shrugged.

Cassandra let her forehead fall against Eve's for a moment before tilting her head slightly. Eve's lips parted, meeting her halfway in a kiss deeper than the ones before. Cassandra sucked on Eve's lip, pulling back slightly as she slowly inhaled, and Eve moved with her, not ready to let her go. They tilted their heads in the opposite directions and kissed again, and they kept kissing until Flynn finally, awkwardly, cleared his throat from across the room. The women reluctantly ended their embrace, letting each other go as they simultaneously looked over at Flynn.

"We're kind of in the middle of something here," he reminded them.

"Right!" Eve remembered.

"What are you going to do?" Cassandra asked nervously.

"He's gotta be making his way towards the castle with all of us here," Jacob said. "Maybe we can cut him off, corner him somehow."

An idea flashed in Eve's eyes, and she looked at Cassandra. "I think we could use your help."

Cassandra rode with Eve this time as everyone hurried outside and climbed back on horses to head back to the castle, her warm hands a steady but distracting force on Eve's waist. Jacob held up his hand as they reached the edge of the forests, and everyone came to a stop. Ahead of them, down the hill, a battle was raging in front of Eve and Jacob's castle, their guards fighting against Moriarty's men.

"What's wrong?" Eve asked. "Why are we stopping?"

"He ain't there," Jacob said.

"What?" Flynn asked.

"Moriarty…he ain't down there in the middle of that," Jacob clarified.

"Then where is he?" Cassandra asked.

Eve's eyes started scanning the trees; it would be like him to be nearby, watching everyone else put their lives on the line for him, instead of him. She spotted a horse and a man between the trees, a couple dozen feet down from where they stood, concealed within the forest. "There," she said, pointing.

Jacob directed half of the guards with them to help hold Moriarty's men off from the castle. The rest, along with himself, Flynn, Eve, and Cassandra headed for Moriarty. When Moriarty realized his cover had been blown, he grabbed his horse's reigns and turned the animal around, heading deeper into the forests. With Jacob in the lead, their team charged after him.

"Cut him off," Eve said when they'd gained on Moriarty. She turned her head just slightly towards Cassandra without taking her eyes off where they were going.

"What?" Cassandra exclaimed. "How?"

"Use your magic," Eve said. "Make something big and heavy fall in front of him. Make him stop."

"Here?" Cassandra asked worriedly. "You want me to use my magic here?"

"Yes," Eve insisted. Cassandra hesitated still, so Eve said, "Cass, I wouldn't tell you to do it if I thought something bad would happen to you."

Moriarty was a couple paces in front of them; everyone was maintaining their relative speed. Cassandra scanned the trees ahead of them in the forest, squinting slightly as she struggled to do the necessary calculations with a forest flying past her. Eventually, Cassandra threw out her hand; electricity flew from her fingertips and hit a large branch of a tree in front of them. It only took a few seconds for the branch to crack, crashing to the forest ground just in front of Moriarty and his horse.

Moriarty's horse made a startled noise, leaning back on two feet as it abruptly tried to change course, and Moriarty hit the ground with a strangled groan. Behind him, everyone else had come to an abrupt stop, too, and Eve and Flynn traveled their horses up to meet their fallen adversary.

"You're awake," Moriarty snarled at Eve.

"You can't defeat me that easily," Eve taunted.

Moriarty tried to stand up, only to fall back to the forest grounds with another groan, his body not quite ready to move. It was only then, when Moriarty fell back to the ground and the dust began to settle around them, that Eve and Flynn realized they were alone. They, along with Cassandra, quickly looked back to see what had happened.

Jacob sat on his horse behind them, exactly where he'd been when the electricity began flowing from Cassandra's hand, frozen in fear and awe of Cassandra's power. The guards had stopped just behind him, their reactions similar. Magic wasn't so widespread here; Flynn had never truly feared it, and Eve no longer did, but everyone else began looking at Cassandra as if she were no safer than the man on the ground that they were trying to stop from stealing their kingdom.

They were so distracted that nobody noticed Moriarty finally gather his bearings and rise to his feet in front of them until he drew his sword from its sheath as he charged towards Jacob's horse. Jacob was none the wiser, still paralyzed by Cassandra's display of the kind of magic he'd only heard about in stories, and Eve didn't know why Moriarty was choosing him instead of her, but as she saw him approach her brother, his sword ready, she panicked.

"Cassandra, get him," she breathed.

"What? No, I've never used my magic to hurt anyone," Cassandra said.

"Cassandra," Eve pleaded.

"I don't want to kill him!" she cried.

"So don't kill him; just immobilize him," Eve frantically reasoned with her. Moriarty pulled his arm back to strike, and Eve yelled, her voice high with worry, "Cassandra, do it!"

Cassandra stretched out her arm again, her power zapping Moriarty in the shoulder and sending him spinning in the air across the forest with a scream, his sword falling from his grasp. Cassandra yelped, too, her hands coming to cover her mouth in shock at what she'd just done, and Jacob's eyes widened a little further.

"She's a…" Jacob stuttered, looking at Cassandra. "She's a sorceress."

"Go get him," Eve called, pointing to the unconscious enemy sprawled out on the dirt a few feet away. "Before he comes to and comes back to try again."

Jacob and one of his guards moved to capture and arrest Moriarty, as the rest of the men on horseback turned towards the horse holding Cassandra and Eve. Cassandra gasped, leaning into Eve's back for protection, and Flynn moved in, too, putting himself between the palace soldiers and the women. Eve threw her arm back around Cassandra as best she could, and Cassandra clutched her waist again.

"She's fine," Eve asserted. Nobody made any moves to back down.

"Eve," Cassandra whispered fearfully.

"She's alright," Eve promised again.

Everyone stood still for another few moments before the guards nodded to one another and backed off. Cassandra let out the breath she was holding and loosened her grip on Eve as Jacob rode back over to the group.

"C'mon," he said. "We still got a castle to defend."

When Moriarty woke up again, he would find himself in a jail underneath the castle that he wanted to claim as his own. Jacob secured him in a cell next to his defeated men with a satisfying click of a lock and jingled the keys in his hand as he walked away, slipping them into his pocket. He made his way back above ground and moved to join his sister and her friends in the palace gardens. Eve and Cassandra were sitting close on a little bench, their hands entwined, and Flynn was standing across from them, tending to their horses. Cassandra let out a big yawn, her head falling on Eve's shoulder.

"Did that fight exhaust you that much?" Eve teased, glancing at her as best she could.

"I haven't been sleeping," Cassandra admitted. When Eve narrowed her eyes in a question of why, Cassandra simply said, "Missed you."

Eve leaned in to kiss Cassandra's forehead, but Cassandra tilted her head up, meeting Eve's lips with her own instead. They shared a sweet kiss, Cassandra's face breaking into a brilliant smile as they separated. Eve smiled fondly, too, her excitement over their changed relationship a little more contained, and Cassandra let out a giggle as she laid on Eve's shoulder again.

"Okay, really, Eve?" Flynn asked incredulously after witnessing the exchange. "Really?"

"What?" Eve asked with a laugh.

"You were there for four years, and that didn't happen before today?" he asked.

"And how fast would you move if you were looking at literally eternity with someone?" Eve challenged.

Flynn stuttered awkwardly in response, and Jacob took the opportunity to enter the conversation. "Told you we needed your help," he said to Eve as he properly joined them in the gardens. "We wouldn't have been able to stop this without you."

"I think Cassandra did more than me," Eve said with a laugh. Cassandra rolled her eyes from her place on Eve's shoulder, too exhausted to do anything more than that in protest.

"That was some magic," Jacob said hesitantly, sinking to another bench adjacent to his sister's.

"She's good," Eve insisted. "She helps people."

Jacob sighed and nodded. The power contained within Cassandra still terrified him, but he couldn't refute what Eve had said. "She definitely helped us today," he conceded. "We couldn't have done this without either of you."

"So what are you going to do when his father comes looking for him?" Eve asked.

"If," Jacob shrugged.

"You know it can't be that easy," Eve said.

"You let me worry about that," Jacob said. "Unless, that is, you want the throne."

"What?" Eve asked. She felt Cassandra sit up a little straighter beside her.

"It's still your birthright," Jacob said. "Even if I am kinda older than you now."

Eve glanced over at Cassandra. She shrugged and honestly said, "You'd be an amazing leader…if that's what you want."

She let her eyes travel over Cassandra's face, knowing that Cassandra genuinely wanted her to have everything she wanted, even if that wasn't in line with what Cassandra wanted herself. A small moment passed before she turned back to Jacob and said, "No. Castles and balls and queens, that's not me. Never was." She squeezed the arm around Cassandra's waist and tugged her snugly into her side again. "But if the kingdom ever needs saving again, you know where to find me."

Cassandra happily sunk back into Eve's side as Flynn said, "I know you guys can't stay much longer, but I'm really going to miss you, Eve…again."

Eve glanced over at Cassandra then, and Cassandra grinned and nodded, answering the unspoken question. "Actually," Eve said. "Why don't you come back with us?"

"To the islands?" Flynn asked.

"Yeah," Eve said. "You always said you never quite fit in here."

"And you said you could spend a lifetime studying that realm," Cassandra reminded him.

"You've got a place with us, if you want it," Eve said. "If you don't mind living with a couple for a while."

"A couple?" Cassandra asked softly.

Eve chuckled and said, "You came here to wake me up with true love's kiss; what did you think we were going to be after that?"

She looked over at Cassandra as she asked the question; when she had finished talking, Cassandra tilted her head up slightly against Eve's shoulder, beaming with excitement again, and Eve leaned down, meeting her lips for another gentle kiss. They shared a small grin as they separated, and both women looked at Flynn expectantly.

"Well?" Eve asked.

"Do you think Galahad will let me work in the library?" Flynn asked.

"If you don't call him Galahad," Eve muttered.

"Galahad?" Jacob asked with interest.

"Cassandra's best friend is a knight from the round table," Flynn said.

Jacob looked at Cassandra and Eve with interest, and Eve snickered. "You got a key," she said. "Come visit some time."

"Are you sure about all this?" Jacob asked. "You don't have to hide anymore."

"I know," Eve said. "But I'm sure." She looked at Cassandra fondly again. "I've got a new home to go back to."