Eve's POV It was late June, and the garden was in full bloom. The boys were asleep in the nursery, exhausted after an afternoon of chasing Marlowe through the rose bushes. Priya had gone back to her cottage. The security team had settled into their posts. And Devin and I were lying on a blanket in the grass, staring up at the stars, the way we used to do on the roof of his building when we were younger and the world was simpler. "Do you ever think about how we got here?" I asked. He turned his head to look at me. "Every day." "I mean, really think about it. The marriage of convenience. The threats. The running. The years of pretending. All of it." "I think about it more than I should." I was quiet for a moment. Then I asked the question that had been living in the back of my mind for weeks, the one I had been circling for months without ever saying it out loud. "Do you regret it?" He was quiet for so long that I began to wonder if he had heard me. Then he turned onto his side
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