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“I thought I lost you,” he admitted, his voice low, so only she could hear. “Every night, every hour without you, it cuts deeper than any blade.”

“You didn’t lose me,” she whispered back. “I was just waiting for you to come get me.”

He swallowed hard, the truth of it breaking something in his chest. “Next time, Iwon’t let you out of my sight long enough for anyone to try.”

Her lips curved, small but sure. “Careful. That sounds like forever.”

“It is,” he said simply.

And in the silence that followed, she believedhim.

The SUV climbed higher into the bustling city, light spilling gold across glass towers. For the first time, Leif didn’t see a battlefield. He saw a future.

Mariah shifted closer, curling against his side, her fingers tracing the edges of his shirt, brushing the bruises forming beneath. “Does it hurt?” she whispered.

“Not compared to losing you,” hesaid.

Her Branded hand lingered over his chest. “It feels alive, even through you. Like it knows me now.”

“It does,” he told her. “Because it’s ours.”

Her breath hitched, that truth settling in. She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, soft and certain. “Then we’ll carry it together.”

He turned, caught her mouth with his for a brief, fierce kiss that left no doubt. When he pulled back, she rested her forehead to his, her voice a vow. “Always.”

The city lights blurred past the window, but in the small world inside the SUV, it was only them—her warmth against him, her heartbeat steady under his palm, and the certainty that for once in his life, forever wasn’t a fantasy. It was real, and it washere.

The ride stretched long, the hum of the tires a lullaby to nerves frayed raw. She let her head fall against his chest, breathing him in. He curled an arm around her shoulders, grounding them both. Each mile carried them farther from blood and closer to whatever came next.

For once, he let himself imagine tomorrow—not as another battlefield, but as a day that could hold laughter, arguments, even quiet mornings where she was still in his bed when the sunrose.

She whispered, half-dreaming, “Promise me you won’t disappear when all this danger is over, when the fighting’s done and the city is quiet again.”

“I’ll promise you everything,” he murmured, pressing his lips into her hair. “But disappearing isn’t in it.”

The Brand pulsed again, warm and alive, sealing thevow.

Mariah shifted again, looking up at him through lashes heavy with exhaustion. “Tell me something true, Leif. Something no one else knows.”

He hesitated, then gave it to her. “When I was a boy, Iused to count the barges on this river. Ithought if I could count them all without losing track, I’d be able to control what happened next in my life. Foolish. But I wanted control so badly I tried to bargain with the current.”

Her hand tightened around his. “And now?”

“Now I know control’s a lie. But I can choose. And I choose you. Every time.”

She smiled faintly, acurve that cut through the ache of the day. “That’s enough.”

They rode on, the city opening wide before them, and for the first time in years Leif felt free of the burden that had always dragged him down. She was in his arms, and he wasn’t lettinggo.

She shifted higher in his lap, eyes luminous in the gray wash of dawn, and kissed him again—no hesitation, no restraint. Relief and desire poured into him and he caught her face in both hands, answering with a kiss that shut out the world outside the SUV. Alaric kept silent, giving them this moment.

When she finally pulled back, her breath trembled. “Leif… promise me again. Promise me this isn’t just survival.”

He touched his forehead to hers, voice fierce. “It’s life. Ours. Starting now.”

She closed her eyes, atear slipping free, but when it reached her lips he kissed it away. She laughed softly against him, half-sob, half-joy. “Then let’s live.”

In the brilliance of the day, they sealed it with another kiss, slower, deeper, the kind that carved a vow into their bones. Forever wasn’t a word anymore. It was breath, heat, and the undeniable truth of two people who had fought their way through hell and chosen each other.