Pulling her close, he raised her face to his.
His voice almost an inhuman croak, he choked out, “Haven? My love, he brought you back to me.”
Haven moaned again,her throat dry and burning. She blinked up at Logan. The memories were unfocused, dark, but she could remember—he told her he loved her. Had she heard him right?
Lifting a trembling hand to touch his face, he groaned when her fingers cupped his cheek.
“Logan....” What the hell happened? Why did she feel like she’d been sent through a woodchipper, and then tossed into a bonfire?
“Don’t speak, you have been through so much, but you’ll be fine.”
His voice deepened in conviction, and she knew he’d keep his promise. She trusted him with her very soul.
Finally finding the strength to glance past him, she saw a tall figure cloaked in bright white light standing over them.
She couldn’t see a face, or even a single human feature for that matter, but she knew she was gazing at the otherworldly visage of Perez.
He’d brought her soul, and her life, back into her body.
Mouthing her thanks and unfathomable appreciation for what he’d done, she watched the figure shrink.
The light collected into a small, bright orb.
The orb pulsed with light, and then…vanished.
He was gone.
She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. With his first task complete, Perez could no longer remain in 1817. He’d revived her, and with the little power he had left, he’d returned to 2025, to the future.
Without her.
She didn’t know what to think or feel about being left behind.
The strings of her heart sang when she looked up at Logan, saw the strength of his chin, and the unveiled emotion smoldering in his dark eyes.
She washome.
A wave of sadness flowed over her when she thought of her friends, Elleane and Rhiannon. But she couldn’t wallow in depression. She was here, alive, and with the man she loved. The man who loved her back.
She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. When she made to sit up, concern shined in his eyes.
“Haven, no. Don’t move until you are completely healed.”
Glancing down at her naked body, she witnessed the last of the jagged slashes in her skin close, the largest wound, the killing wound beneath her breast, knit itself shut. The last of the brilliant light and warmth dissipated, and the wound vanished, leaving behind pink skin that quickly darkened to her natural tone.
She laughed, a joyful, delighted sound, and Logan grinned down at her, his eyes twinkling with love.
She could get used to that look.
Eager to get the hell off the cold, dirty cellar floor and get some clothes on, she made to rise.
“Take it easy,” he pleaded.
She laughed again. “Logan, I’m just standing up.”
A deep sigh and shuddering breath rushed from his chest.
“Haven.” He paused to run his fingers over her cheek. “I just don’t want to lose you again. I can’t.”
