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I hadn’t looked at it like that. I didn’t need to think back far to remember how close Finn had already come to losing me. If Clyde had been a second faster than Evan, if he’d heard their approach, it could’ve ended very differently.

Was I willing to put Finn through that?

Fuck no.

I might have been scared about becoming his mate, but I was more scared of hurting him. Bailey was right, Matt had taken so much from me. He wasn’t taking this too. This was my life. Mine. And I wanted Finn to be a part of it.

Forever.

“No.” I grinned at Bailey. “No I’m fucking not.”

Istarted plotting on the walk back to the club. I could’ve just told Finn I wanted to be his mate as soon as I went back through the door, but I decided to wait one more day.

I’d talked it over with Bailey first, going through my plan with him. He’d reassured me that the likelihood of me dying in the next eighteen hours was extremely small and that, if anything did happen, Finn could mate with me almost instantly. With that in mind, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Finn had shown up for me time and time again. Sweet romantic gestures had been the norm from him for the start.

I was ready to show him some romance in return.

“You’ve been quiet,” Finn said as we drove back from Edinburgh to the Highlands. Neither of us had wanted to stay down in Southampton, despite Danny and the others insistence. Finn wanted to get back to the clan and I wanted to get back to my shop. While I’d spoken to Reid briefly the night before, I wouldn’t feel settled until I saw him in the flesh. “Everything okay?”

He’d asked me already what Bailey and I had talked about. Not wanting to give anything away, I’d just told him he’d shared some things he’d learnt since being apart from Matt. Finn hadn’t pushed for more.

Another casual show of respect that had me falling even harder.

“Yep.” I laced my fingers through his. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened today.”

Finn gave a low whistle. “Crazy to think it’s only been a day.”

It was. We’d managed to catch one of the earliest flights there, and the latest one home. All in all, we’d been gone for about fifteen hours.

Fifteen life-changing hours.

“I can’t believe supes have been involved in my life for so long,” I said. “The long-lost deceased relative story did seem to have some holes, but…”

“But you never presumed those holes were caused by the interference of the sons of Lucifer?” He huffed. “I’m not sure any human would’ve thought that, especially when you didn’t know supes were even a thing.”

“Exactly.” I felt validated. “Even now, it feels like amassive stretch. I just can’t believe they did so much for me.”

“Me neither,” Finn admitted. “I knew they were a good bunch, but this goes beyond that. I’m just so fucking grateful.”

“You were right, demons aren’t evil, especially not Cal or Harlow. They’re more like my guardian angels.”

Finn groaned as he pulled up outside my house. “Do me a favour andnevertell Harlow that. I might be more grateful than I could ever express, but he’d take that title and run with it forever. I’m talking T-shirts with it on. Probably mugs too.”

“I didn’t realise you knew him that well.”

“I don’t.” He smirked. “But you don’t need to have met Harlow often to get a sense of his vibe. Plus, I know Logan, and it’s the kind of shit he would do.”

We got out of his car and made our way indoors. Finn went to the kettle while I hung up my outer layers. The broken window had been fixed in our absence, all evidence of what happened with Clyde taken care of.

A sense of calm domesticity washed over me as I watched Finn move around my kitchen with ease. He located the mugs we both liked to use, chucking the teabags in and adding my sweetener.

This. This right here was what I wanted. Bailey was right, I was letting my past get in the way of my future.

No more.

I cuddled Finn from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder. “Fancy taking a shower with me while the tea cools down?”

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