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“Kane!” My voice rips through the silence, desperate. Begging.

The shadows lurch toward me, but just before they can touch me?—

I wake up and sit bolt upright in bed, my pulse hammering, my breath ragged.

The room is dark, the faint glow of the moon slipping through the curtains. The air is still, too quiet, the eerie feeling from my dream still lingering in my chest.

My hands tremble slightly as I press them to my stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of my breathing, the solid reality of my body.

Just a dream.

Just a dream.

But it felt so real. The warmth. The love. The certainty of Kane’s hands on me.

And then—the loss. The cold absence of him.

I exhale, forcing myself to relax, but a whisper of something unnamed lingers in my mind.

It wasn’t just about fear. It was about trust. About letting go of whatever part of me still fears that this—us—might not last.

I swallow, turning slightly, and my breath catches when I see him lying beside me, his bare chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths, one arm stretched toward me like even in sleep, he’s reaching for me.

A slow, giddy warmth spreads through me.

I shift closer, tucking myself into his side, letting his heat seep into my skin.

He stirs, a low rumble escaping his throat as his arm wraps around me, pulling me flush against him.

“Mm,” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep. “You okay?”

I close my eyes, pressing my face into his shoulder.

“I am now,” I whisper.

Kane hums in response, his grip tightening, and I let myself sink into him, into this.

Because whatever the dream meant—whatever lingering fears I have—I know one thing for certain.

I want this.

And I’m ready to fight for it.

Chapter 20

Kane

The ceremony is perfect.

I never thought much about weddings before today. I mean, yeah, I’ve been to them, stood up for friends, watched them tie the knot, but it never really hit me—not like this.

Not like watching Grace walk down the aisle beside me, her arm tucked in mine, her body warm against my side.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

The bridesmaid dress clings to her curves in all the right ways, the flowing fabric shifting with each step like the ocean breeze on a summer night. Her hair is curled, cascading over her shoulder, and when she tilts her head, the sun catches in her eyes, making them gleam.

She’s smiling. A real, relaxed, completely at-ease smile.

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