“Lyla.” He groans, shutting his eyes. “Lach,” I say quietly, bringing my hands to his face. I wait until he opens his eyes. “Ask me.” He looks at me for a long moment, takes a deep breath, and blurts. “Will you marry me, Lyla James?” “Yes.” I smile wide, giving him the smile he once told me he wanted to possess. “And I’ll stay with you forever. And ever. And ever.”
