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“If we do not see each other again, my kalon, I wish for you to know that I have never been more honored than to have a woman like you at my side.” He swallowed hard again, his eyes still flicking over hers. “I do not know how your people say this.” Oh, this sweet, wonderful man who had no idea how much he had wriggled his way into her heart. She reached up and framed his face with both of her hands, staring into those black eyes that showed so much more than he knew how to say. “We say I love you.”
“It means that living without you feels wrong. That to be parted from your side makes me miss you more than I miss breathing fresh air. And that I will always think of you, no matter how far I am from you.”
“I will find my way back to you,” she whispered against his lips, almost desperately. “I will come home, Daios.” “Home,” he replied, that deep voice radiating through her entire body. “That is what you have given me, kalon. Wherever you are, I am home.”
“Come back to me,” he growled, before shoving the rebreather aside with his nose and kissing her once again. It felt like a brand. Like he knew this could be the last time either of them saw each other, and he refused to let this end without her knowing how much he wanted her.
Of all the things that he had done, this was the one that he knew he would regret the most. Because if he lost her, if he lost the only grip on reality he still had... he wasn’t sure what he would do.
His mate. Fuck, that was the first time he’d ever thought of her like that. But it was true. She was so much a part of him that he didn’t know how to be without her. Anya had taken his pain and rage and turned it into something he could use. He was someone else when he had her and now he could... he could lose her.
He loved that about her. He loved how she was a soft place for his tormented heart to rest,
“Just because she is soft does not mean she is easily broken,” Arges said
“Every moment I am here lengthens my journey to her side. If she dies, I will blame all of you. I will boil the very sea that you live in. I will hunt every one of you down until your lineage is nothing more than chum in this sea.”
He could feel their goddess in the way the ocean moved with him. He could feel it the moment that the sea knew he was going to save the only woman who had ever meant anything to him. His mate. His heart. His soul.
“Go get her,” they whispered in his ears. These voices were no longer full of rage, but of sadness and heartbreak along with him. “Go bring her home, Daios. Lay her down to rest with us. We will care for her.”
“My love,” he called out, his voice echoing through the ocean and pushing through the currents. “I am coming.”
He hoped her soul knew. That perhaps some part of her could find peace in knowing that she might have died alone, but she would not stay that way. He would find every piece of her and bring her back. Every bone, even the smallest one, he would carry it to her final resting place. With him, as she deserved.
“I was never broken.” She curled her fingers even more tightly around the scalpel blade, as though to remind herself that she wasn’t defenseless. “I became so much stronger. It’s a shame that you haven’t recognized that, General. But allow me to tell you that I am far more than you could ever dream.”
Even in death, he knew she would be the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. An otherworldly creature who had come from the sky to give him a moment of bright light. How was he supposed to go back into the darkness without her to guide him?
And Daios realized they were the spitting image of each other. The younger one looked almost identical to Fortis, even down to the spots on his tail and the yellow tips of his tentacles. “You have a son?” he asked. “I have a son. And her people took him from me.”
“She saved our lives. I could see the danger she was in, and I could smell how terrified she was. But she still did it. If a woman exists who could survive that blast, it is her.”
Flames illuminated everything around him. All he could see, however, was the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she smiled at him. How she had seen straight through all of his anger and instead trusted that he wasn’t a monster. No matter how surly he’d been, no matter how much he’d tried to make her hate him. Anya had looked at him with affection and love from the beginning. Not as a pet or some strange creature from the sea. But as a man who had seen too much in life, and she knew what that felt like.
He didn’t care. If the head injuries changed her, he would keep her safe for the rest of her life. Just knowing that she breathed was enough for him. Nothing would ever risk that again.
He looked at her like she had hung the moon. Like he knew what he had just done would scare her and he would patiently wait for her on the other side.
With him, she didn’t have to do anything but stay in his arms and let him take the burden of it all for her.
gently tugging her trembling hands from her lap and bringing them to his mouth. “I wish I could tell you how much I love you. How your light has brought more wonder and joy to my life than I have ever felt in it. I have been a warrior my entire life, and before you, that was all I was. You make me want to put my weapons down and find out what it really means to live.”
She was waiting for him. Like her soul had known he was coming for her today and he wasn’t leaving without her.
He kissed her like he was a starving man. Trying his best to press into her very soul all the things that he’d been afraid to say in the past week. He wanted her. He needed her. She was everything to him, and he would give up the entire world if that made her happy. He would give up the sea itself to see her smile.
“Look at you,” he praised, his mouth already watering. “Already so wet for me, kalon. Gods, I have waited to taste you for too long.”
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, sinking his tongue deep inside her. This was what he had discovered she enjoyed.
How was she going to do that? He had no idea what she meant. Until she suddenly pulled herself off him and held both of his cocks in one hand. The tips brushed against each other, one much warmer after the heat of her body. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. All he could do was hold himself still as she squeezed him tightly in her little grip and then lined him up.
“Look how well you take me,” he murmured, the heated words barely understandable. “Spread wide for me.” “Daios,” she whimpered, sliding lower on him, more of him pushing inside of her body. “I know,” he whispered, his hips moving to help her. “I know. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you? You need this?”
He didn’t know what to say, because he wasn’t very good with words. So instead, he held up the sign for “I love you” as Mira had taught him when he’d asked if she knew any sign language that Anya hadn’t taught him. And all the ugly bits of his soul knit back together as she mimicked the sign and pressed their hands together. Whole. Because she loved him as he hadn’t realized he wanted to be loved.

