Page 166 of Desperate Crimes
Epilogue One-Leanna
Four Months Later—The Vow Renewal
The breeze is perfect.
Soft.Salt-sweet.
Gentle, like a kiss behind the ear.
It flutters through the gauzy layers of my ivory gown, dancing through the long train, lifting my veil in teasing spirals as I stand at the edge of the suite’s marble balcony, staring out at the white-and-rose ceremony tent pitched beneath the palm trees, beyond which the sea glitters like liquid sapphire.
Somewhere down there is the man I love.
The man who stole me.
Who bled for me.
Who knelt before me, wounded and proud, and swore to love me till the end of days.
And four months ago, when he came home, I gave him everything.
Including my body.
I place a hand gently over the soft curve of my belly.
Four months swollen with the miracle Nico Fury Jr.gave me the first night he made love to me after I brought him back from the dead.
He swears it’s fate.
Kismet.
That the stars aligned the day I was born to lead me straight to him.
That our love was unstoppable, written in blood and starlight and soul-deep need.
And I believe him.
I believe it all.
In fairy tales.
In dark myths.
In Hades and Persephone.
I believe in princesses who become warrior wolves when the men they fall in love with are threatened.And in vipers who shed their skin and become bigger, badder, and sometimes softer, for the women they adore.
I mean, how could we not be destined?
He gives me everything.
His name—Fury.
His home—a literal castle with gardens so beautiful, I still can’t stop wandering through them, lost in the fragrance of rare roses in bloom and a million other botanicals.
It’s even better when he joins me, holding my hand, kissing my fingers like he’s still in awe he’s allowed to touch me.
He gave me his heart.
