Razor loved her with the same fathomless depth of caring she felt for him.
It was unbreakable . . . eternal.
Willow opened her eyes and found his golden gaze locked on her, filled not only with that love, but with deep concern and regret. “You’re going to be all right now,” he told her softly, his voice low and raspy with emotion. “You’re alive, Willow. You’re safe.”
She wanted to say something to him, too. She was overcome with the need to tell him how sorry she was for doubting him. She needed him to know she’d heard everything he said to her and that she would never doubt him again.
He smiled tenderly as all the things she wanted to tell him grew nearly to bursting in her heart. “I’m sorry too,” he reassured her as though he heard them all now through their bond. “I’m sorry for letting Henry Lewis’s bastard of a son get his hands on you.”
He caressed her cheek as he gently withdrew his wrist and sealed the punctures with his tongue. “I’m sorry for the misunderstandings and doubt I caused. I thought I’d be sorry for forcing my bond on you, but I can’t regret that now. You’re alive, and I would’ve done anything in my power to save you.”
The rawness of his admission brought tears to the backs of her eyes. She could never regret their bond, either. Licking her lips to savor every last drop of his life-giving blood, she slowly shook her head.
Her strength returning tenfold, she sat up on the bed and held his remorseful gaze. “You saved my life Razor. Not just a few moments ago, or back in Colorado, or at St. Anne’s.” She reached up to him, tracing the hard line of his jaw. “I never realized I’d spent my whole life hiding and running, not from any one person, but from life. From feeling anything for anyone, from allowing myself to love.”
He cursed reverently under his breath. “I’d been living the same way. Then I saw you for the first time on my surveillance feed. Nothing was the same for me after that moment.”
She smiled, nearly overcome by her feelings. “When I found that drone footage, all my old fears came pouring back in again. I thought it proved I was a fool for opening my heart to you. I did the only thing I knew how to do . . . I ran away from it. I should’ve believed in you, Razor. I should have believed what I knew in my heart to be true about you. You’re a good man. I’m the one who’s sorry. Sorry I didn’t trust you. Sorry my actions might have allowed Owen Lewis and UWSI to carry out their awful plans.”
Razor cupped her face in his strong yet infinitely gentle hands. “Neither he nor UWSI will ever hurt anyone now. The only thing that matters to me is that I’m holding you in my arms again. I love you so damn much, Willow. You’re my everything.”
A sob broke from her throat. “I love you too.”
Drawing her into his embrace, Razor kissed her with all the devotion she could feel flowing between them through their blood bond. She didn’t want to let go, not ever. She didn’t want this hard-won kiss to end after everything they’d had to fight through in order to have it.
They were still wrapped in each other’s arms when the sounds of fast-approaching footfalls filtered in from the corridor outside the breached examination room.
Razor drew away from her at once and pivoted to face the disruption, ever the warrior prepared to defend what was his. His stance relaxed almost immediately as two large Breed males in black combat gear appeared on the other side of the hole he’d made in the doorway.
“So much for stealth and limited casualties,” the big male with short blond hair and a Russian-sounding accent remarked with an ironic grin, stepping inside and glancing at Owen Lewis’s savaged corpse. “Looks like that asshole had it coming.”
“He did,” Razor replied.
The other male approached them, glancing at Willow as Razor helped her to her feet. “You must be Willow. I’m Sterling Chase, and this is my mate, Tavia,” he said, gesturing to the beautiful Breed female who now entered the room behind him.
“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Tavia said, placing a hand on Willow’s arm.
More Breed warriors, male and female, arrived from the corridor. Knox was with them too. They were all dressed for battle and armed to the teeth, a rescue team like nothing Willow had ever seen before.
“You brought your brother and the Order with you?” she asked Razor, astonished.
It was Tavia who answered. “I believe he would’ve moved heaven and earth to find you.”
“Hell too,” Razor added, bringing Willow under his protective arm. “Now that I’ve found her, I’m never letting her go.”
Lifting her chin on his fingertips, he bent his head and kissed her again, not letting up until Sterling Chase cleared his throat.
“So, what the fuck happened in here? We’ve got dead guys all over the place out there, not to mention this one who looks like a meat grinder chewed him up and spit him out.”
Razor smirked, but his focus never left Willow’s face. “I’ll fill you in later. Right now, I just want to get my mate out of this place.”
Tavia smiled. “That sounds good to me, too.”
Sterling Chase rested his hand on Razor’s shoulder. “Lucan Thorne is going to want a debrief from all of us, the two of you as well. I can’t overstress how grateful the Order is to have Laurel’s flash drive under our protection. We’ve also confiscated everything on site related to Serenicure. No part of that project will ever be used to hurt anyone now.”
Willow exhaled, relieved to her marrow. None of this would bring her sister back, but there was some measure of peace in knowing that Laurel’s death hadn’t been in vain after all. Willow and Razor—along with these warriors from the Order—had avenged her twin and Theo in the best way possible.
Sterling Chase’s approving gaze moved from Razor to her now. “There’s no telling the number of lives that have been spared tonight. I’m sorry it came at the cost of your sister, but I know I can speak for Lucan Thorne and the rest of my brethren when I say that you will always have family in the Order.”
