Page 143 of Crave Me

But Caspian didn’t call him on it. In fact, he sank into him, making Dante smile.

“For now,” he spoke as we approached the manor.

“We survived tonight, they didn’t,” Dante told him. “We’ll end it. We’ll take Elijah out, army be damned.”

Caspian nodded and said resolutely, his conviction rolling through all of us, “Absolutely.”

Bastian gave me a squeeze and smiled at me. “Then we can finally get back to our lives.”

I took his words in.

Or tried to.

It had been so long, more than two years, since I’d had a life to speak of.

To have that back, to be free of all the rest, it was a heavy thing.

A wonderful hope.

A haunting gunshot rang out, jolting me, and Jeremy’s screams abruptly ceased.

I shuddered.

So much death.

So much pain.

So much heartache.

And so much fucking darkness.

Soon it would all be over.

Even with us all bearing the scars of it.

Being with the men I loved soothed that, though.

It made it bearable.

It made it all worth it.

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~Sebastian~

I couldn’t believe it.

But there it was, right before my eyes.

Caspian King was shaking hands with Damien Thorn. He even pulled him in for a hug and a shoulder slap.

“Thank you,” he told him sincerely.

“I didn’t exactly save your life. They weren’t going in for a lethal move with that blade.”

“It would’ve put me down and out of the upcoming takedown, something I’ve worked years toward. So it still stands. You had my six.”

“It’s the way it’s gonna be from now on, King.”

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