“You found her, Baby,” Gryphen said. “You were right. You listened, even when I didn’t believe in her, and you found her.”
“We solved the first part of this, Gryph. We can put her to rest. Callen can put her back in the castle where she thinks she belongs.”
He hugged him.
“You solved our mystery, and I’m so proud of you!” Gryphen admitted.
Honestly, Ian was proud of himself.
In the process of figuring out one part of Ravensmire Castle’s mystery, he solved the last part of the mystery in his life.
Who would be his forever.
“Want to go back and celebrate our engagement?” Gryphen asked. “We can’t call Callen. His son is getting married today, and they are likely asleep. It will have to wait until tomorrow.”
He was right.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” he said, handing him the box with the ring.
Ian handed it back.
“I think you should wear it. Like you said, we made our contracts, and they are our promise. To me, Gryphen, we’re already tied together.”
If he wanted him to, he would.
“Want to do the honors?” Gryphen asked.
Oh, he did.
Pulling the ring from the box, he took Gryphen’s hand in his.
Then, he showed him what the inside said.
Gryphen was touched deeply.
“You’ll always be my hero, Gryphen. Never forget that. You’re what saved me. Your heart saved me.”
Oh, he could say the same about him.
Slipping the ring onto his finger, Ian couldn’t wait to make it official.
“Hold onto this. Make sure you get one that matches for our wedding.”
Oh, Gryphen would. He knew what he’d have engraved on it.
‘My Treasure.’
Stealing a kiss, it felt right to share that moment with him in the trees by Ceit’s grave. She’d had a tough life, and they had that in common.
Only, theirs would end with a happily ever after. He’d bet on it.
As he broke the kiss, Ian was content.
“I can’t wait to start planning our wedding,” Ian admitted, as they walked hand-in-hand back to the horses.
Oh, he had news for him.
“I’m going to give you something to look back at too. It only seems fair,” Gryphen admitted.