Time to just be together.
They didn’t need to think about death or fear.
Hope.
Trace had brought it back to her.
She’d fight like hell to make sure that she never lost it—or him—again. She wasn’t going to be someone’s victim. She’d fought the monster. They both had. They’d won.
We deserve our happiness.
Skye kissed him. His arms pulled her close. Held her against his heart.
They deserved happiness, and they’d damn well take it.
This day.
And every day that came in the future. They’d survived, and now, it was their turn to be happy.
Forever.