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He just reaches out, curls his fingers under my chin, and lifts my face until I meet his eyes.
There’s fire there.
And fear.
And something that feels dangerously close to devotion.
“You’re ours to protect,” he murmurs.“All night.All the nights after.”
My heart trips.
I don’t correct him.
I don’t want to.
I rest my head on Finn’s shoulder.Kael sits on the floor leaning against my knees.Atlas stays pressed at my side, solid and unmovable.
And for the first time since the shower, since the towel, since the worst moment of my life—
I don’t feel alone.
I feel carried.
Held.
Claimed.
And safe.
Finally, finally safe.
Chapter 55: Atlas
Night settles heavyaround the apartment.
Not quiet.
