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“Not what you expected?” I teased.

“You don’t take well to being boxed in—in any way.”

“Well, I don’t consider this as being boxed in.” I smiled. “Just like you telling me that what just happened between us was exhilarating for you, that’s how I feel when the four of us come together, or when I’m with you. It’s another level and it can’t be replicated by anything or anyone. It’s special and I agree we need to treat it as such. One way is by going the whole exclusive route.”

“Well, then. Excellent. We’ll talk it out with Skylar and Bastian.”

I kissed his cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

We sank into each other then, and I smiled to myself at the amazing turn this had taken.

I’d never thought the day would come where Caspian King would let go of his subs at Obscura, where he wouldn’t need it all.

Yet, here it was now.

That day had actually come.

I hadn’t allowed myself to acknowledge how much I’d wanted him to do this until he’d actually offered it up.

It was finally happening.

21

~Sebastian~

I watched Caleb with Sky out in the gardens, the two of them sitting cross-legged facing one another as he conducted one of his special therapy sessions.

It was their second one now.

She was doing a lot of therapy-related things lately. She was still seeing Granger every couple of days and her sessions had hit the double digits. Surprisingly, she was actually enjoying it and finding it helpful, according to what she’d told us in the den a few days ago when Caleb had bluntly brought it up, wanting to gauge where she was at to see if he could finally get down to what he’d come here to help her with initially.

I strained to hear what he was telling her.

All I could make out was something about blocks needing to be put in place when she was slated to enter the field to take out that motherfucker, Jett Bane, soon, so that she wouldn’t lose control like she had when taking out his recruits.

She was nodding along, agreeing with him.

Thank fuck.

She wanted to do this.

She wanted to get better, to get back to herself.

And she’d already been making strides there.

She was back to her sketching.

She’d dropped her walls with us and let us back in.

Cas had even walked by her room once and seen her looking up design schools.

I just really hoped against hell that when a lead finally came in on Jett, that it wouldn’t all go flying out the window. Obsessions were living, breathing entities and not easy at all to shake.

I turned away. For now, everything looked like it was on track. It was what I needed to focus on, not what could happen, not my anxieties trying to poison what was.

At least I knew how to deal with that better now.

Controlling what I could and learning to let go of what I couldn’t. Rooting myself to the moment. To the positives. And, thankfully, there was a lot of that now.

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