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Still chewing her lip, she nods.“Ask me.”
“Soraya Byrd, will you share your life with me?Will you marry me?”
She makes me wait.Five seconds.Ten seconds.Fifteen...
I don’t mind.I want her to be sure.A thousand percent sure.Like I am.
“Yes,” she says softly.“Yes, because you’re the love of my life.Yes, because my heart beatsonlyfor you.Yes, because you’re my obsession.Yes, because I desperately want to be your wife and share the rest of forever with you.”
That’s my girl.The grin hits before I can stop it, spreading across my face like a damn victory lap.
“Well, this wasn’t planned, so...”I release her hands and slide my late papa’s Castello signet off my index finger.“This will have to do for now.”
She giggles again, soft and unguarded, and offers her hand.I slip the ring onto her finger.It hangs loose, way too big, and she laughs even harder.
Fuck, I love that sound.
“I’ll rock it on my thumb for now,” she says, adjusting it.“But I’m thinking tattoos for wedding bands.With my life, jewelry’s a nuisance that always gets lost.”
“Tattoos it is, then.”I straighten up.“Will be my first.”
“That’ll make it even more special.You overcoming your fear of needles for me.”
A defensive scowl pulls at my brows.“What?I don’t have a fear of needles.Tattoos just aren’t my—”
She throws her arms around my neck, tips up on her toes and seals her lips to mine.
And the world fuckingsings.
CHAPTER FIFTY–THREE
Soraya
I FEEL POWERFUL.
I feel sexy.I feel loved.Wanted.Owned.
I feel like a fucking goddess.
I feel vulnerable.I feel soft.Like a lady.Like a warrior.A genteel princess.A defiant queen.
I feel rich.I feel golden.I feel brave and empowered.
I feel like everything and everything and everything.
My heart is bursting.My chest is light with a kind of happiness I never knew possible, as I watch my fiancé sleep.
Peaceful in slumber, he looks like I feel.
Like everything and everything and everything.
We haven’t left this house since he showed up three days ago.We’ve had a lot of...catching up to do.And for now, nothing and no one else matters.
I didn’t believe he loved me.And for a while, it didn’t matter if he didn’t.
But after seeing him show up at that clock tower, day after day, for two weeks straight… I started to believe.
After watching him tear through Switzerland for another two weeks, desperately hunting ThreeFours’ location… I started to believe.
