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I get my arms around her and lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around me.
She’s shaking. So am I.
“You’re here,” she chokes out.
“I’m here,” I say into her hair.
Smoke and dust cling to it. She’s warm and alive in my arms.
Alive.
I’ve never been happier.
Nothing in my life has ever come close to this moment.
Chapter Ninety-Three
Isabella
Luca slides his hand into my hair and stares at me hard, his eyes absorbing me with subtle desperation. He grazes his thumb over my cheek, tracing my bottom lip and the corner of my mouth.
I’ve missed him so much since Hale tore us apart. But he’s here now, and my heart aches with happiness in the most beautiful, painful way.
“I knew you’d find me.”
His thumb halts mid-stroke, and his brilliant eyes lock on mine like his heart skipped a beat.
“Always. There’s not a force on earth strong enough to keep me away from you.”
His words sear into me. For a second, my chest feels too full to breathe.
Behind us, Hale groans. We ignore him.
Luca’s breath rasps against my cheek, ragged and hot, every exhale feeding the fire already burning in me.
He cradles the back of my head and crashes his lips against mine. The kiss is hard, desperate. He devours me, his fingers digging deep into my hair to get an iron grip as if wanting to fuse me to him forever.
Fine by me. I want nothing to come between us again. Ever.
I kiss him back just as fiercely. Luca is here with me, alive and well.
It wasn’t a trap after all.
Hale didn’t anticipate Luca’s resourcefulness. I should have known he was bluffing. My man outmaneuvered him, the so-called master player. I couldn’t be prouder.
Luca came for me. Not out of duty, but because he’ll always choose me.
My fingers fist in the back of his vest, and I let myself get lost in him. In the strength of his arms holding me up, the taste of his lips, the sparring of his tongue.
Fire explodes in my veins. The rest of the world could go up in flames, and I wouldn’t care.
Without saying a word, Luca makes me feel like his, just by gripping me and kissing me.
The cold in this hidden passage is dispelled by his brilliant sun, and the longing in my heart to be even closer, to bask in his warmth, grows with every passing second.
My chest is too tight for my heart. My hands shake. I keep kissing him to stop myself from coming apart.
“Luca,” I whisper against his mouth, and his name sounds like a prayer and a demand.
