Miro watched as Killian put his arm around Ella and she placed her head against his shoulder. “He loves her,” Amber said. “I know,” Miro said. “And she loves him too.” “It’s about time.” The third person on the bench spoke in a rough, gravelly voice. “She’s going to kill me when she finds out. Was it really necessary?” “If that wound couldn’t kill you, then you’ve got nothing to fear from my sister,” Miro said, grinning. “We all agreed to it, but it was my idea. Trust me, if anyone needs a push, it’s her.”
