The Wife Who Returned
But for the first time since the Angel's visit, those seconds felt less like a death sentence and more like a challenge.
Four years.
And a love strong enough to defy death itself.
It would have to be enough.
Lucien's arms tightened around her, and she felt him press another kiss to the crown of her head. "I love you," he murmured against her hair. "More than anything in this world or the next. And I'm not giving up. Not now, not ever."
"I love you too," she whispered back, holding him just as tightly.
And in that moment, surrounded by shadows and fading light, they stood together—two people who had already defied impossible odds, who had built love from the ashes of betrayal, who had created