The silence between us stretched, comfortable and warm despite the weight of what was coming. Duke's thumb traced circles on my hip, a gentle, absent gesture that made my heart ache in the best way.
"Duke," I said softly, pulling back just enough to see his face. "There's something I need to tell you."
His expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes. "What is it?"
"I'm ready." The words came out steadier than I expected. "To accept the bond. Your bond."
He went very still. "Willow-"
"I know what you're going to say," I interrupted gently. "That I should take more time. That I've been through too much. That I might be confusing gratitude with-"
"Are you?" His voice was rough. "Because I need you to be sure. Not grateful. Not obligated. Not because you think it'll help protect t
