CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The forest whispers around me as I stumble into the clearing, the scent of pine and earth a welcome embrace. My heart is a frantic drumbeat in my chest, but it's not from the run—it's from the sight of him. Lucas stands there, his stance wide and strong, and the moment our eyes meet, the world falls away.
"Grace!" His voice cracks like thunder through the silence, and he's moving before I can react. The distance between us disappears in a heartbeat, and then his arms are around me, lifting me off my feet. I cling to him, the familiar scent of moss and rain enveloping me, grounding me.
"Lucas," I breathe out, and his name is both a prayer and a revelation.
"I've been searching for you every day," he murmurs against my hair, his voice thick with emotion. His hold tight
