I broke into a run that would have made an Olympic athlete proud. Everything blurred by as I pushed myself to run faster, closing the distance between us. I could hear Tate behind me, running just a few steps back. Remy was still a few feet away when I launched myself at him. He caught me easily, barely rocking backward at the force of my impact. His strong arms banded around me while I wrapped my arms and legs around his torso, my face buried against his neck where I had claimed him only a few days earlier. Home. I was home.
