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Damon.

They had him in custody. An easy feat since it looked like he was about to pass out from the blood loss. There was no color in his face, and his hold on consciousness was tethered by a single thread about to snap.

A thread that was waiting for me. To see me.To know I was okay.

I saw it the second his gaze connected with mine. The relief. The apology. The love.

And then the plea.

Don’t tell them.

About me. About us.

And then his eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed into their custody, and all I could do was sink to my knees and feel my chest crack and strain with each sob.

“You’re safe now. We’re going to get you checked out,” the agent assured me, and another one put something around me, maybe a blanket. “It’s going to be okay.”

I listened to them. I took the water bottle they offered. I let them escort me outside. And the whole time my gaze never left Damon as they moved him onto the gurney—handcuffed the unconscious man to the support—and carried him from the building.

“Where are they taking him?” I croaked, surprising the female agent who’d been tasked to get me comfortable and to probably take my statement once I was able.

She looked at me, surprised. “Do you know who that is?”

“The man who saved my life.”And who stole my heart.

The agent’s eyes widened, and then she gave me a sad smile. “You were lucky then. I wouldn’t think too much more about that man. You’re never going to see him again.”

But he promised.

He promised he’d come back to me.

He made me a vow.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Robyn

“Knock knock.”

My neck protested as I turned my head, catching Harm’s head poked through the door.

“Hey,” I rasped and returned my gaze to the window, not seeing much of the forest and instead only my reflection and the approach of Harm’s.

My brother stopped when we were shoulder to shoulder. Part of me still resisted his presence. I struggled to be around any of them, but at the same time, it was a comfort. A distraction. Harm and Dare’s banter. Rhys fiddling on his hurdy-gurdy. And Tynan always bringing me something too delicious to turn down.

In the last two weeks, I’d let them in more than I had in almost the last two decades, and it was because of Damon.

“How are you feeling?” Harm’s voice settled me, as deep and strong as though made of stone.

Swallowing, I looked at the woman in the glass, hardly seeing any sign left of what had happened that day. I’d walked away from Belmont’s chalet with a whole host of damage. Physical things like cuts, bruises, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion. Those had drastically faded almost completely away.Unlike the weight of finality.

It was…over.

Uzair and Amir were dead. The first by my hand, the second by the FBI agents who’d rescued us. Belmont was in custody. I had no details and no right to request them. All I knew was what was reported on the news; Bernard Belmont had been arrested on criminal charges, and it was unlikely there would be any bail…or any future life beyond prison.

I had no idea what would happen to GrowTech without him at its helm, but at this point, I didn’t care. The man who’d ordered the deaths of my parents and then spent decades covering it and a whole host of other illegal activities up was finally behind bars.

Along with my husband.Along with my heart.

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