Page 63 of Zayrik

Permanent. Irrevocable.

Ours.

I watched her hands dance across the controls, her focus intense and practiced. Every movement precise, controlled. Beautiful in ways that went beyond physical.

Cindrel Station hung outside the viewport like a promise or a threat.

She didn’t look at me. But she didn’t have to.

Because her pulse had jumped when my hand brushed hers. And I could see the slight tremor in her fingers. Could feel the way she held herself too still when I moved closer.

Like she didn’t trust the ground beneath her feet.

Didn’t trust she was safe yet.

But I knew better.

She was mine now.

And I’d burn the stars before I let anything touch her again.

My soul had found its match.

There was no going back.

Not when every instinct I had screamed to shield her.

Not when the idea of losing her felt like being torn in half

The marks along my arms pulsed with color now. Not flickering with doubt. But alive with purpose.

With the truth of what I’d do to keep her.

Not because she needed a savior.

But because I needed her.

Being with Nyla had changed everything.

Not just with that kiss. Or the way her body fit against mine like she’d been made for me.

But with her strength. Her determination. The way she fought not just for herself, but for what was right.

The crystal she carried could bring down Vask’s empire. Could save countless lives.

But that wasn’t why I stayed.

I stayed because something in me recognized something in her.

She was myK’sha.Even if I’d not said it aloud yet.

Watching Nyla pilot us through that nebula with steady hands, sharp eyes, fire in her soul... I felt it.

That connection. That trust.

It pulsed through the bond between us. Raw and new, but undeniable.

She believed I had her back. And she was right.

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