I bit my bottom lip, before responding to him. "You know... Daddy... I might just have to run away again, if that's the kind of welcome home I can expect each time."
Leighton laughed, a soft relieved sound that warmed me. He tucked a curl behind my ear and kissed the hollow just beneath my jaw. "You can try it, love," he said, half teasing, half warning. "But I don't see you getting very far."
Good thing I wasn't truly planning on running.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
Epilogue
The manor gardens had never looked so beautiful. White roses lined the aisle, their scent heavy in the warm air, and ribbons fluttered from the oak boughs overhead. The world seemed hushed, as though even the breeze knew better than to disturb this moment.
My heart hammered against my ribs beneath the ivory lace of my gown. I had faced danger, scandal, punishment, and passion that had undone me entirely… but somehow, standing here with a veil tickling my cheek, I’d never felt more undone than now.
Magnus stood at the altar, broad shoulders filling his dark suit to perfection, a hint of wicked amusement in his eyes as they tracked every step I took toward him. Beside him, Leighton looked no less devastating, his usual polished charm softened with something raw, unguarded, and meant only for me. Today I'd be marrying Leighton, with Mangus standing up with him. But tonight, once we were alone, I'd say my vows to my other Daddy. My second man. At the same time they'd say their own vows to each other.
Promises between all three of us. Promises of forever, love and never-ending togetherness.
My knees trembled. It wasn't from nerves, but from the sheer weight of knowing I was theirs. Truly theirs. Forever.
When I reached them, Magnus’s eyes fired, filled with a possessive knowledge. A secret between us. “No chance of running this time, little filly,” he murmured low enough that only Leighton and I could hear.
Leighton leaned in closer, brushing his lips against my temple. “And if you try, love… well, you already know how we deal with that.”
Heat curled low in my belly at their words, shameless and inevitable. Trust them to make even my wedding day feel like a dangerous, delicious promise.
The vows were spoken, the kiss sealed beneath the oak branches, and applause thundered around us. But I barely heard it. All I felt was Leighton’s fingers laced through mine, and the unshakable truth that I would never again stand alone.
I belonged. To both of them.
And goodness, I never wanted to belong anywhere else.
THE END
