She looked at him—covered in blood and dirt and healing runes, with the dust of Edom still caught in his lashes. She thought of all the things she’d wanted to say, about how it was over and they were safe, and she had never thought it was possible to love someone so much as she loved him. But he spoke first. His voice was rough, his eyes shining. “Daisy,” he said. “You believed in me.” “Of course I did,” she replied, and she realized as she spoke the words that that was all she really needed to say. “I always will.”
