“Don’t be sorry. Just come back to me.”
She kisses me then—softly at first, tentatively, testing. I kiss her back, slow and deep, tasting the relief and the need and the promise of better days.
When she stops me, her breathing is uneven, her cheeks flushed.
“Stay with me tonight?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ever.”
A small smile tugs at her lips—the first real one I’ve seen in a week.
“Good.”
She pulls me down onto the bed with her. I go willingly, stretching out beside her and gathering her close. She curls into me, her head on my chest, one leg tangled with mine.
The bond settles between us—warm, alive, healing.
“Is the binding really gone?” she asks quietly.
“Yes. Kieran said it snapped when Zane disintegrated. You’re free, Selene. Compl
