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I leaned my forehead against hers, chest rising and falling hard.

Her voice was breathless. Hopeful, with a hint of fear and everything in between.

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

I huffed out a rough laugh.

Let her feel through our bond exactly how serious I was.

How completely she’d undone me.

“Have you met me?”

The words were light, but carried meaning.

She swallowed, then smiled.

A real smile.

The kind that reached her eyes.

That was it.

The moment possibility became certainty.

I kissed her again, deeper, softer.

Letting her feel everything through our connection.

Every promise.

Every future.

Every reason to stay.

And this time, there was no doubt.

No hesitation.

No walls between us.

Just us.

Just this.

Just everything we’d be together.

Epilog

Zayrik

THE VELEAN WAS QUIET.

No alarms.

No emergency comms.

No one hunting us.

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