Claimed by the Ruthless Biker
Ruan said.
We rode back through the city, the lights of Blackridge twinkling like a thousand diamonds in the dark. The war for the records was over. The war for the assets was won. As we reached the gates of the Iron Cathedral, I looked at Arthur, who was finally asleep, his head resting against my heart.
The reign had begun. And for the first time, it was a reign built on the truth. The road was long, and the future was uncertain, but as Ruan pulled me into his chest in the quiet of our chambers, I knew that we were no longer just survivors.