The Fire That Chose Me
For a long moment, he said nothing, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths unsteady.
Then, with a voice barely more than a broken whisper, he said, “If you stay, Eve… if you really stay after this… I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you’re right.”
Her tears fell, but her smile trembled through them. “Then stop wasting time and start proving it.”
And in the dark heart of the forest, with the shadows of Kael Wolfe still hanging heavy, Evelynn kissed him—choosing him, again and again, even as the storm gathered on the horizon.