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exist. It was just me and Grace, and it was fucking perfect.
“I won’t let anything hurt you, Grace,” he promises, his voice rough. “Ever.”
Hale’s lips twitch, and I see a flash of pride in his eyes too. Grace hasn’t been in our world for over six years, but she’s a fucking natural at the politics of power. In a subtle way, she just showed Damian that she’s looking to his son for guidance through all of this, that she’ll defer to Hale’s judgement, not Damian’s.
Because as much as I want this beautiful, fierce woman in our lives, I want her there by choice. I want her to choose us.
Lies are still lies, no matter how prettily they’re wrapped in promises.
Goddammit. I hate how much he hurts, even if he tries to hide it. I hate that he tore open a wound inside himself just to try to make me feel better, to let me know I’m not alone. But I love him for it a little bit too. I can’t help myself. I should keep the wall up between us, for both his sake and mine. But fucking hell, I can’t. So I lean forward and press my lips to his.
With Grace, I want more. I want to be better.
“Well, you are. You’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. Your tattoos. Your gorgeous jawline. Your lips. But more than that, it’s your eyes. It’s what I see inside them. It’s you.”
They want me here. And they want me to be happy.
Family isn’t decided by blood. It’s decided by the people who take care of you and who you care for.
I want to be worthy of her trust, deserving of her belief in me.
More than anything, I want to be her anchor. Not just when she’s reeling from a death threat, but always.
“The most terrible thing about trust, Grace,” Damian says, looking at me closely, “is that the more deeply it’s earned, the worse it is when it is broken.”
“I owe Hale my life,” I find myself saying, my voice steady despite my racing pulse. “But how I feel about him… goes beyond that. He’s learned to trust me, and I’ve learned to trust him too. I would never betray him—not because of a debt owed, but because I care about him. Even if he hadn’t saved my life, I would never do anything to hurt your son.”
“Holy shit. I know Lucas calls you princess, but he’s got it wrong. You look like a fucking queen.”
Grace is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. She’s fierce and determined, loyal and smart as fuck. And sexy. So fucking sexy.
I’m done pretending I want Grace anywhere but in my bed, in my life—in my heart. That’s where she fucking belongs, and if she’s carved out a space in my brother’s heart too, or in Hale and Ciro’s, then we’ll just have to figure it out.
They’re beautiful, dangerous, ruthless knights.
