Clara looked at Silas, then at Kai, whose eyes held a mirroring intensity, and finally at Dante, whose usual reserve was softened by an unspoken tenderness. Their unified front, their quiet strength, their explicit declaration of love—and now, this radical, almost unbelievable proposal. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear still gnawed at her, the residue of Julian's violence, but it was warring with a fragile, dawning hope she hadn't dared to entertain.
"I... I don't know what to say," she admitted, the words barely a whisper. The idea was overwhelming, terrifying, yet there was also a desperate pull towards the warmth, the protection, the fierce devotion radiating from these three men. It was a path she never imagined, a life far beyond the boundaries of her 'no love'
