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Remy was kneeling a few feet in front of me, his eyes wide with worry. His hands shook as he fought the urge to pull me to his body and protect me from whatever my mind had conjured. But he couldn’t. I may have killed the monster, but the scars still ran deep.
“Skye, you’re a survivor. The fact that you’re not currently curled up in a ball in a padded room right now after surviving your former pack proves that.”
I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. It would be like living without a heart; all life would cease without him. My lungs wouldn’t breathe, my brain wouldn’t think, my body wouldn’t move without him.
“I’m not stuck with you, Skye,” he informed me tersely. “Even without the bond? I choose you. I love you.”
“Safe isn’t a place, Remy. It’s not this school, or in Blackwater, or any other place. Safe is you.”
“Skye, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. If you need my support, you have it. Always. I love you, and I’ll be with you every step of the way, but your strength is your own,” he told me as his lips curved into a wicked grin, “and God help your uncle.”
“I hate what each of us went through. What … Maisie and Shane died for. But all of that brought me here. I found friends, and a family, and my mate. I would take a lifetime of Linden and Cassian if Remy was waiting for me at the end.”
It wasn’t my job to feel guilty for their actions. It wasn’t my responsibility to carry their dirty secrets. I couldn’t change the fact that I was a victim, but I was also a survivor. And maybe I could stop them from ever hurting someone else.
You have a choice, Skye. You always have a choice.” He paused, hesitating. “I’m just hoping you chose me.”
“I’m yours,” I said softly, pressing a hand over his heart. “I want to be yours in every way.”
“I choose you, Remy. Now, yesterday, tomorrow, and every single day I’m alive.”
“Even without the bond, you’re the guy who taught me how to love, Remy,” I told him, needing him to believe what I was saying. “You’re the one who taught me how to live when I didn’t know how. The only world I want to discover is the one that you’re in with me.”
“Skye is my mate. She absolutely speaks for me.”
“You’re definitely not what I expected,” he replied, his eyes soft as he watched me. “You’re better.”
“Anything worth everything requires a fight.” “So, I’m worth the fight?” Some stupid part of me needed to hear him say it. His hand cradled my jaw, infinitely gentle. “You’re worth a million wars. I’ll fight for you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“You’re ours,” he whispered, joy suffused in his grin. “You’re Blackwater. No one can take you away.”
Home wasn’t a place; it wasn’t the apartment with Mom or Granite Peak or even Blackwater. Home was the man next to me.
