One of my hands moves from her hip to her stomach, then higher. I cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasps.
I feel Jace stutter inside her, barely holding on.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I meet his eyes, and I see it—the question. The permission.
I nod once.
My hand slides lower, finding the place where they’re joined.
Bree cries out—head falling back against my shoulder.
“Rhett—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her ear. “We both do.”
My fingers press against her clit, circling in time with Jace’s thrusts, and I feel it—the way her body clenches, the way she trembles between us.
Jace adds his magic back into the mix—cool currents of air swirling around where my fingers work.
Bree’s entire body goes taut, a strangled sound tearing from her throat.
The magic flares—gold and silver and blue, pulsing so bright it fills the room.
My fire surges in response.
I feel her climbing. Feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Let go,” I whisper against her ear. “Let us see you come apart.”
And she does.
She shatters between us, crying out both our names, her body arching as Ether explodes outward in a wave of light.
Jace follows immediately, burying himself inside her one last time, gasping her name.
And I hold them both.
Grounding them. Anchoring them.
My fire pulses in time with her heartbeat, and I feel it—the bond flaring bright between all three of us.
When it’s over, we’re all breathing hard, tangled together in the aftermath.
The light settles. The magic quiets.
And we’re just… here.
Jace pulls out slowly, and Bree winces. He brushes a kiss to her temple, murmuring something I can’t hear.
I help her lie back, and she curls between us—one hand on Jace’s chest, the other reaching for mine.
I take it, threading my fingers through hers.
For a long moment, none of us speak.
Then Bree says, voice soft and drowsy, “No more ghosts.”
