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Not at all cowed by her death stare, he studied her, taking another bite of fruit from the tip of his blade. Dammit, she always loved when men did that.
He straightened, a masculine spike of pleasure pulsing through him at her acknowledgment of his strength. The anger and frustration he’d been carrying all day seemed to melt in the light of her compliment, and Verakko found himself wondering, could she sway him too?
“I can trust you, right?” she whispered, her eyelids becoming too heavy to fight any longer. “With your life.”
“Your eyes were black. I don’t know how, but you were hurt in some way. And you were going to let him take you. What if you couldn’t get free?” “I would’ve found a…a way to…” Verakko’s words stuttered out as her words finally registered. “My eyes?” The world around him slammed to a halt, the thunderous pounding in his chest freezing as though even his heart feared he’d misheard her. I recognized her? She’s mine.
All thought fled. His mate was in his arms, safe, and she was kissing him.
“It’s me, love. It’s Verakko. I’m here. Will you look at me?”
He stepped toward her, every bit of him feeling undeserving of the vision before him. His throat remained tight, so he just stared at her.
If someone walking by could see into her brain at that moment, all they’d see was scribbled hearts with the initials V and L.
“I love him. I love how impatient and snarky and intelligent he is. And how he softens when he’s around me. I’ve been traveling the world since I was young, and I’ve never felt like I fit anywhere.” Verakko’s brows relaxed, and his chest expanded. Lily sniffed. “But I fit with him. And I don’t want to be anywhere he isn’t.”
“Mivassi, I would’ve waited my whole life for you.”
“Verakko, I love you more every single day.”

