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"It's okay," Theo murmurs, his lips against my temple. "We understand. We feel it too."
And somehow, I know they do. This connection between us transcends the physical, reaches into something soul-deep. They might not say the words—might never say them—but I feel their love in every touch, every look, every careful movement of their bodies against mine.
They begin to move again, more urgently now. Their rhythm falters as they chase their own release, their bodies tightening against mine. I feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first, a rising tide I can't fight and don't want to.
"Come with us," Jace urges, his voice strained. "One more time, Wren. Together."
The second climax hits just as they both find their release, our bodies pulsing in perfect synchrony. I feel them both spill inside me, their cocks throbbing against each other as they fill me with their warmth.
For a long moment, we remain locked together, bodies trembling with aftershocks, breath mingling in the small space between us. Then, with careful movements, they ease out of me, one at a time, each kiss easing the slight sting of separation.
We collapse together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. I'm nestled between them as always, their arms creating a protective circle around me. Theo's lips press against my temple, while Jace's fingers trace idle patterns on my hip.
The tears come again, silent but unstoppable. Not from sadness or pain, but from a fullness of emotion that has no other outlet. I've spent so long in silence, holding everything inside, that this release feels like its own kind of freedom.
"Shhh," Jace soothes, brushing my hair back from my face. "We've got you."
"Always," Theo adds, his arm tightening around my waist.
I believe them. For the first time since I lost my voice, since my brother tried to kill me, since my life shattered into fragments, I truly believe that I'm not alone. That I'm loved. That I'm safe.
The feeling is so overwhelming, so precious, that I almost don't want to sleep—afraid that when I wake, this perfect moment will have dissolved like morning mist. But my body is heavy with satisfaction, my mind quiet for once.
As I drift toward sleep, cradled between them, I feel Jace press a kiss to my forehead.
"Rest," he murmurs. "We'll be here when you wake up."
And for once, I let myself believe in forever. In the possibility that some things—some people—are meant to stay. That love, once found, doesn't have to be lost again.
I close my eyes, surrendering to sleep, to them, to the fragile, beautiful future we might build together.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I dream without nightmares. I dream of voices and touches and belonging. I dream of home.
Chapter 28
Wren
Iwaketosunlightstreaming through the curtains, my body pleasantly sore in ways that bring memories of last night flooding back. The bed beside me is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I stretch, feeling the delicious ache in my muscles.
The faint smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen, pulling me from the warm cocoon of blankets. I dress quickly for work before I pad barefoot toward the sound of low voices.
I pause in the doorway when I hear Theo's irritated voice.
"---breathing down my neck again," Theo mutters, his back toward me as he tosses his phone on the counter. "Wants the vertical slice and a full player metrics report by Monday. It's like the guy feeds on stress."
Jace doesn't look up from his laptop. "Ignore him. He doesn't know the difference between a bug and a build."
I'm about to step forward when Theo continues, his voice dropping lower.
"Did you hide the one from yesterday? The chocolates?"
My blood runs cold. Chocolates?
"In my laptop bag," Jace replies, still typing. "With the others. I'll add it to the evidence pile tonight."
"I hate the notes that come with them," Theo says, running a hand through his hair.
"I know." Jace's fingers pause over the keyboard. "The note with the music box was the most disturbing yet. 'I remember when you used to sing, Lilliana. Soon you'll sing for me again.'"
