Page 440 of Broken Oath

His gaze returned to mine.

“Then you appeared on Sam’s cargo ship and started leaving threatening notes.”

“They were helpful notes.”

“You hit me.”

“You grabbed me.”

“You threatened to shoot me.”

“You were being difficult.”

He smiled.

“So were you.”

“I’m always difficult.”

“I know.”

Something changed in his expression.

The humor remained.

But something deeper moved beneath it.

He lifted one hand and brushed a strand of hair from my face.

For once, I didn’t pull away.

No secrets stood between us.

No lies.

No walls.

Only Rook.

The stubborn commander who had walked back into the mountain that killed his team.

The man who refused to leave anyone behind.

The man who brought my brother home.

“I’m glad you survived,” I whispered.

His hand remained against my face.

“I’m glad you found me.”

My breath caught.

Rook leaned closer.

Slowly.

Giving me every opportunity to stop him.