Zaf rubbed a hand over his beard, looking oddly pensive all of a sudden. “I’ve seen the alternative. That’s not the story I want for the rest of my life.” The words caught Dani unawares, heavy as stone, solemn as still water. A strange ache started beneath her rib cage. “Oh?” “Mmm.” He brushed the moment off with a barely there smile. “I mean, who doesn’t want to live happily ever after?”
