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I smiled—really smiled—for the first time all day. “I’d like that.”

Truth’s lips parted, and I saw the same need in her eyes that I felt burning through my veins.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and cupped her face in my hands.

“I’m coming back to you,” I murmured. “I promise.”

And then I kissed her.

Not soft. Not gentle.

I kissed her like it was the last time. Like the world was ending, and she was the only thing that mattered. Like I could pour every apology, every regret, every desperate, aching need into this one moment and make her understand.

Truth melted into me, her hands fisting my shirt, and when she moaned—soft and needy and mine—I knew.

When I got to her house later tonight, after the meeting, after the war, after everything⁠—

We’d be picking up exactly where this kiss left off.

I pulled back slowly, my forehead resting against hers, both of us breathing hard.

“Go inside,” I whispered. “I’ll see you soon.”

Truth nodded, her eyes still closed, and then she stepped back.

I watched her disappear into the house, the door closing softly behind her.

And then I turned and walked back to my truck, my heart pounding, my mind already shifting to what came next.

Victor.

The meeting.

The war.

But no matter what happened tonight, I was coming back.

Because Truth was waiting.

I didn’t give a fuck if I had to lay down everything in sight not to disappoint her. If that’s what it took, that’s exactly what I’d do.

The walk back to my truck felt longer than it should have.

My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me down Delphine’s front steps and across the cracked sidewalk, but my mind—my mind was somewhere else entirely.

Somewhere I’d never been before.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and sat there for a moment, heart racing, staring at nothing.

I love her.

The thought hit me like a freight train.

Not the obsession I’d felt before. Not the possessive need to own her, control her, keep her locked away where no one else could touch her.

This was different.

This was real.