Page 129 of Zayrik

Just possibility.

I stood and walked over. Sat beside her, arms resting on my thighs.

Close enough to feel her warmth.

“Does it matter?”

She huffed. “It might.”

I grinned. “You’ve got food. A bed that doesn’t shock you. And a pretty great mate.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re assuming I want a mate.”

I leaned in, let my voice drop low, rough, teasing.

“Too late for that, thief. You already stole something, remember?”

A pause. I grinned.

“You got me.”

Stole my heart.

My soul.

My everything.

Her breath caught.

I saw it.

Felt it.

The moment she finally accepted this was real.

That she deserved this.

Thatwedeserved this.

She smiled.

Slow. Real.

Finally at peace.

Nav sighed from Nyla’s wrist—loud, long, and profoundly suffering.

“You two are insufferable.”

Zep huffed from the foot of the bed, clearly in agreement.

Our tiny family, complete in its own weird, stubborn way.

I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand through my hair.

Feeling everything settle.

Everything align.

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