He continued to look at her solemnly. “This isn’t just for now, it’s for always, Little Fox.” “I like the sound of always.” She smiled against his fingers, and then she reached up to touch his cheek, because now he was smiling, too. And he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her so much he’d rewritten history. He’d given up what he had believed was his only chance at love. And now he had finally broken the spell that he never thought he’d escape.
