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“I get to keep you.”

I shake my head, exhaling sharply. “They will hunt us, Vivienne.”

Her lips curve slightly, but there’s no humor in it.

“They already were.”

I let out a low, bitter laugh. She’s right.

The Order has always been coming for her. For us.

I run my fingers through her hair, feeling the silken strands slip between my fingers. “And you’re okay with this?”

She lifts herself up on one elbow, leaning over me, her long hair spilling around us. “Orion.” Her voice is soft, steady. “There was no life for me without you.” Her lips brush mine, a whisper of warmth. “But I do have one now.”

Fuck.

She kills me with those words. Destroys me.

I cup the back of her neck and pull her down into another kiss, slow and deep, savoring every second.

Because we don’t know how many of these moments we’ll get.

And I refuse to waste them.

She sighs against my lips, her body relaxing, softening against me. I slide my hand down her back, feeling the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin. She presses closer, but there’s no urgency now, just the quiet comfort of belonging.

Of finally being where we were always meant to be.

For a while, neither of us speaks.

We just hold each other, breathe each other in.

Outside, the wind howls, rattling the wooden beams of the safehouse.

But in here, wrapped around each other, the storm can’t touch us.

I feel her breathing slow, feel the way her body grows heavier as exhaustion pulls at her.

She’s safe.

She’s mine.

And when I let my own eyes slip closed, my last thought is that—for the first time in years—I feel safe too.

The End...

...for now.

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Chapter One

LUCIAN

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