Bound to The Enemy of My Mate
“Our future.”
In the crowd, Elira’s eyes found Thane’s. He was looking down at Kieran, whose chest was puffed out with princely importance, then his gaze lifted to meet hers. The look they shared in that sun-drenched square, surrounded by their cheering people, was not one of the fiery, desperate passion that had marked their beginning. It was something quieter, deeper, more enduring. It was a love forged in shared struggle, tempered by loss, built day by patient day—a love that had laid stone upon stone until it had built not just walls, but a world. It was stronger than any magical bond, for it was the bond itself, chosen anew every moment.