“And Martin?” she asked. I swallowed, holding her tighter. “I’m sorry, babe.” It was all I could say. I’d killed her brother. I wish I hadn’t had to, but she wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers. We were her family now, and he was a threat. It was him or me. “I can’t lose you,” she said in my ear. “I need you.” And I buried my face in her neck, feeling everything start. My life. Our life. We won.
