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I pull her into my arms.Alignment finally locking into place without tension pulling at the seams.She melts into me without hesitation, warm and solid and very, very real.
“This is insane,” she murmurs.
“Always.”
“You’re still a nightmare.”
“So are you.”
She smiles faintly against my chest.We sit there in the quiet, the compound breathing behind us, the desert stretching endless and indifferent ahead.
The war didn’t end with blood.It ended with clarity.Ghost survived and Cherry came back.The cartel miscalculated.
And Raven Blackwood chose to stay.Not because she was claimed.Because she asked herself where she wanted to stand.And decided the answer was beside me.
And that’s the only version of forever I’d ever trust.
The End
