Not grief. Not relief, exactly, though relief was part of it. Something deeper and harder to name, the release of something she had been carrying since the moment she'd walked out of the Shadowpeak packhouse with divorce papers in her hand and two lives growing inside her and nowhere to go. The release of every sleepless night and every terrified morning and every moment she had doubted whether this was winnable, whether she was strong enough, whether love was enough to outweigh power and politics and the particular cruelty of a world that had tried very hard to tell her she was nothing.She pressed her fingers over her mouth and breathed.Landon's arm came around her, careful with the pregnancy, firm with everything else. His forehead dropped to her temple. She felt him exhale against her hair, slow and shaking, all that controlled steadiness finally releasing."You did it," he said, barely audible beneath the noise of the chamber. "Aria. You did it.""We did it," she corrected, her
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