My Rival Burned Down My Business — Then I Took A Poisoned Knife To Save His Life
Part 2
He told me that we were meant for each other in a way I could never escape.
He used words like soulmates and destiny that belonged in cheap romance novels, not in a cold concrete safehouse.
I stared at him in absolute shock as the heavy reality of his confession sank in.
He swore to me that he would have burned the entire city to the ground if it meant getting me back alive.
My heart completely stuttered in my chest.
The invisible bond hummed violently between us.
It flooded my veins with an overwhelming echo of his profound relief and fierce love.
He quickly added that he didn’t expect me to accept it, his gaze dropping to the floor as his hands gripped the edge of the metal chair.
He knew he couldn’t just ask me to forgive the past simply because this soul-tie existed.
My chest felt entirely too tight to draw a proper breath.
I needed time to process this massive revelation.
All I could do was stare at the way he was looking at me like I was his entire world.
I forced myself to change the subject before I did something completely stupid like cry.
I asked him what had happened with the rival factions and the street war.
He blinked away the heavy emotion.
He quietly replied that he and Tyler were finally working on formal negotiations.
The idea of the man who burned my bar and the man who betrayed me sitting down for peace was entirely absurd.
I almost laughed out loud despite the sharp pain in my ribs.
He insisted that he truly wanted to end the endless bloodshed in our district.
He claimed that my former friend Tyler actually wanted the exact same thing.
I looked down at the rough blanket, murmuring that Tyler wasn’t my friend anymore.
Craig’s voice softened incredibly.
He told me that Tyler had spoken of nothing but my past kindness since they escaped the warehouse.
He reminded me that Tyler had actually tried to stand up for me during the chaotic ambush.
I thought about the years of lies and the bitter betrayal.
Maybe his final attempt to protect me actually counted for something in this broken world.
Craig started to stand up slowly from the metal folding chair.
He said he would go let the underground doctor know I was finally awake.
I shot my good hand out without even thinking.
My fingers wrapped tightly around his solid wrist.
He froze halfway out of his seat.
His dark eyes dropped immediately to where my skin touched his.
I quietly asked him to stay.
He slowly sat back down, watching me as if a sudden movement might make me change my mind.
Would you have forgiven the man who burned down your only home, or would you have walked away forever?
Part 3
As Craig slowly sat back down in the rusted metal chair, Megan stared at the powerful man she had previously sworn to utterly destroy.
The heavy silence in the dimly lit safehouse was absolutely deafening.
She realized the burning, suffocating anger that had consumed her for years was completely gone.
It had been entirely replaced by a profound, terrifyingly deep love.
The stale air of the underground bunker suddenly felt incredibly charged with raw electricity.
She slowly reached out her trembling, pale hand toward him across the small distance.
Her fingertips lightly grazed the rough, scarred fabric of his dark tactical jacket.
She gently threaded her fragile fingers through his strong, calloused ones.
She heard his breath catch sharply in his throat at her sudden, willing touch.
His dark eyes widened in absolute shock, as if he expected her to strike him instead.
She softly confessed that the mystical bond undeniably pulled stronger whenever they were physically close.
She admitted she had deeply felt its strange, thrumming presence even when she completely despised him.
Craig leaned forward cautiously, moving with the careful hesitation of a man approaching a wounded, wild animal.
He brought his free hand up to her face, his movements painstakingly slow and deliberate.
He brushed a stray tear from her pale cheek with his calloused thumb.
His touch was shockingly gentle for a man who ruled the city’s criminal underworld with an iron fist.
She reminded him gently that he was incredibly stubborn, ruthlessly violent, and prone to terrible decisions.
He offered an incredibly small, agonizingly self-deprecating smile in return.
The harsh fluorescent lights above flickered, casting long, dramatic shadows across his rugged features.
She added that he also knew how to humbly admit when he was profoundly, disastrously wrong.
She weakly pulled him slightly closer to her by the heavy lapels of his jacket.
The faint scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clung tightly to his clothes.
She whispered softly that she felt exactly the same overwhelming way about him.
Craig stared at her as if she had just casually handed him the entire glowing moon.
His careful, iron-clad emotional control entirely shattered into a million pieces right before her eyes.
A choked, desperate sound escaped his throat as the heavy burden of his guilt seemingly vanished.
He breathed her name quietly into the cold air like a desperately sacred, ancient prayer.
She slowly closed the final, agonizing distance between their trembling lips.
She pressed her lips gently against his hesitant mouth.
The soft, tentative kiss was entirely different from the brutal chaos of their shared, violent past.
It was wonderfully slow, profoundly intentional, and brimming with undeniable, beautiful promise.
He passionately kissed her back with a deep, desperate reverence that made her fragile heart physically ache.
The mysterious, invisible bond flared brilliantly between them, completely chasing away the lingering cold of the concrete room.
It felt as though a warm, golden fire had been abruptly ignited perfectly within her battered chest.
He murmured softly against her lips that he loved her fiercely and unconditionally.
He swore he would spend every remaining second of his miserable life making up for the pain he caused.
She smiled softly, her slender fingers tracing his incredibly sharp, tense jawline.
She firmly reminded him that he still definitely owed her a fully functioning, highly profitable bar.
She explicitly demanded it have large, beautiful west-facing windows for the spectacular evening sunsets.
Craig laughed loudly, the booming sound completely unguarded and incredibly rare for the stoic King.
It was a bright, joyous sound that echoed beautifully off the damp, dark walls of the concrete room.
He confidently promised her absolutely everything she could ever possibly want in this miserable life.
Megan let herself fall completely into the wonderful, solid warmth of his strong embrace.
She knew the dangerous, sprawling city would always be wildly unpredictable and exceptionally violent.
But as long as the ruthless King held her tightly, she was finally perfectly, undeniably home.
Their peaceful, intimate moment was abruptly shattered by the heavy, metallic sound of the safehouse door unlocking.
Craig instantly pulled back, his entire body going rigid as his hand flew instinctually to the heavy pistol holstered at his hip.
Megan gasped softly as the heavy steel door swung violently open on its protesting, rusted hinges.
Two heavily armed syndicate guards stepped cautiously into the dimly lit room.
They roughly shoved a battered, heavily bruised figure forcefully onto the cold concrete floor between them.
Megan let out a sharp cry of absolute shock when she finally recognized the bleeding man.
It was Tyler, his clothes torn and his face covered in dark, drying blood.
He coughed violently, clutching his ribs as he slowly forced himself up onto his trembling knees.
Craig immediately stood up, towering over the beaten rebel with a look of pure, unadulterated murder in his dark eyes.
He coldly demanded to know why his guards had brought the traitorous scum into his private, secure sanctuary.
One of the guards nervously reported that Tyler had willingly surrendered himself at the outer perimeter.
The guard explained that Tyler had desperately claimed he possessed critical, time-sensitive information about an impending attack.
Megan stared at her former best friend, a complex whirlwind of bitter anger and deep, painful sorrow twisting violently in her gut.
Tyler looked up at her, his swollen, bruised eyes filled with an ocean of profound, heartbreaking regret.
He choked out a desperate, raspy apology, his voice breaking pathetically under the heavy weight of his immense guilt.
He swore frantically that he never wanted her to get hurt during the chaotic, disastrous warehouse ambush.
He explained that he had genuinely believed the rival faction only wanted to capture Craig, not slaughter everyone.
Megan felt a sharp, burning sting of angry tears threatening to spill from her exhausted eyes.
She angrily demanded to know how he could ever blindly trust the very monsters who had terrorized their fragile district.
Tyler dropped his heavy head, his shoulders shaking as a quiet sob wracked his beaten body.
He admitted he had been foolishly blinded by his deep hatred for Craig and his sprawling, ruthless empire.
He confessed that he wanted to completely free their neighborhood from the syndicate’s iron grip, no matter the terrible cost.
Craig let out a dark, menacing scoff, his hand tightening dangerously around the grip of his pistol.
He coldly pointed out that Tyler’s naive rebellion had nearly cost Megan her beautiful, precious life.
Megan reached out and gently placed her hand on Craig’s tense, muscular forearm.
She silently urged him to stand down, needing desperately to hear the rest of Tyler’s urgent warning.
She asked Tyler in a shaky, quiet voice what exactly was coming for them in the dark.
Tyler swallowed hard, his terrified eyes darting nervously between the heavily armed guards and the furious King.
He revealed that the extreme, radical remnants of his faction had completely rejected the proposed peace negotiations.
He explained they had allied with a brutal mercenary crew from the lawless northern sectors.
They had somehow discovered the highly classified location of this exact underground safehouse.
Tyler frantically warned that a massive, heavily armed assault team was currently en route to wipe them all out.
He pleaded with them to evacuate immediately, swearing on his life that they were minutes away from being entirely overrun.
Craig’s jaw clenched tightly as his sharp, tactical mind rapidly processed the dire, life-threatening information.
He immediately barked harsh, urgent orders to his loyal guards to lock down every single entrance to the facility.
He commanded them to violently arm every available man and prepare for an incredibly brutal, bloody siege.
The safehouse instantly erupted into chaotic, frantic movement as the syndicate soldiers rushed to fortify the heavy steel doors.
Blaring red emergency lights suddenly flashed to life, casting an eerie, bloody glow over the cold concrete walls.
A loud, deafening klaxon began to wail relentlessly, signaling the absolute highest level of imminent danger.
Craig turned back to Megan, his eyes filled with a desperate, terrifying urgency.
He quickly knelt beside her chair, gently but firmly grasping her pale, trembling hands.
He told her in a low, intense voice that she needed to hide in the reinforced panic room down the narrow hall.
He promised he would come for her the exact second the violent threat was completely neutralized.
Megan stubbornly shook her head, her heart pounding furiously against her aching, bruised ribs.
She fiercely refused to be locked away in a dark box while he fought a terrifying battle for their survival.
She reminded him coldly that she had survived the devastating burning of her beloved bar and a highly toxic poison blade.
She firmly stated she was entirely capable of holding a heavy gun and defending her own damn life.
Craig stared at her, a mixture of deep frustration and overwhelming, profound admiration warring in his dark eyes.
He knew he couldn’t possibly change her incredibly stubborn mind when she looked at him with that fierce, burning fire.
He reluctantly reached into his tactical vest and pulled out a sleek, heavy silver pistol.
He expertly checked the loaded magazine before carefully placing the cold weapon into her steady hands.
He instructed her to stay strictly behind the heavy concrete pillars and to shoot anything that didn’t wear their specific syndicate colors.
Megan gripped the familiar, comforting weight of the gun, her finger resting cautiously outside the metal trigger guard.
She nodded grimly, the mystical bond between them flaring warmly to steady her severely frayed nerves.
Tyler slowly staggered to his feet, his bloody hands held out in a gesture of desperate surrender.
He begged Craig to give him a weapon, insisting he wanted to fight alongside them to desperately redeem his terrible mistakes.
Craig stared at the battered traitor for a long, incredibly tense moment.
He coldly threw a small, black tactical knife onto the dusty floor at Tyler’s dirty boots.
He warned Tyler darkly that if he even twitched in the wrong direction, he would personally put a bullet right through his skull.
Tyler nodded gratefully, quickly scooping up the sharp blade with trembling, blood-stained fingers.
The deafening sound of a massive, explosive detonation suddenly rocked the entire underground facility.
Thick showers of gray dust and broken concrete violently rained down from the cracked, structural ceiling.
The heavy steel main doors groaned agonizingly under the immense, explosive pressure.
Craig grabbed Megan’s arm, swiftly pulling her behind a massive, reinforced concrete support pillar.
He raised his heavy assault rifle, his sharp eyes fixed intensely on the trembling, buckling entrance.
The steel doors finally gave way with an ear-splitting, horrific screech of tearing metal.
A thick, blinding cloud of gray smoke aggressively billowed into the dim hallway.
Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries poured violently through the breach, their automatic weapons spitting bright, deadly fire.
The deafening roar of relentless gunfire instantly drowned out the screaming emergency klaxons.
Craig returned fire with brutal, terrifying efficiency, dropping two advancing mercenaries with precise, lethal headshots.
Megan leaned cautiously around the thick pillar, raising her silver pistol with both trembling hands.
She squeezed the heavy trigger, the loud recoil sending a sharp, agonizing spike of pain through her still-healing ribs.
She watched a masked attacker stumble backward and forcefully collapse as her hollow-point bullet found its mark.
The mystical bond sharply flared, sending a sudden, electric jolt of urgent warning straight down her spine.
She instinctively ducked as a heavy spray of wild bullets viciously chipped away the concrete exactly where her head had just been.
She felt Craig’s intense, burning concern wash powerfully over her through the strange, invisible connection.
She sent a wave of calm reassurance back to him, focusing her entire mind on the chaotic, deadly fight.
Tyler suddenly sprinted bravely across the open, bullet-riddled hallway, screaming a fierce, feral battle cry.
He tackled a large, heavily armored mercenary who was actively flanking Craig’s exposed position.
The two men tumbled violently across the dirty floor in a brutal, desperate tangle of flying limbs and flashing blades.
Tyler viciously buried his small tactical knife deep into the mercenary’s unprotected neck.
Dark crimson blood violently sprayed across the dusty floor as the massive attacker went completely limp.
Tyler collapsed breathlessly beside the dead man, heavily clutching a fresh, bleeding gunshot wound in his own shoulder.
The intense firefight raged on for what felt like endless, agonizing hours in the suffocating darkness.
Bullets continuously ricocheted off the cold concrete, sending sharp, dangerous sparks violently into the suffocating darkness.
Megan watched a heavy concrete pillar slowly disintegrate under the relentless, concentrated stream of heavy machine gun fire.
The deafening noise of the chaotic battle was absolutely overwhelming, pressing heavily against her ringing eardrums.
Craig moved with an incredible, terrifying predatory grace, his sharp instincts perfectly honed by years of brutal street warfare.
He smoothly ejected an empty magazine, seamlessly reloading his heavy assault rifle in less than a furious heartbeat.
He fired in short, controlled, deadly bursts, his dark eyes narrowed in absolute, deadly concentration.
Every single pull of his heavy trigger was a terrifyingly calculated strike against the invading mercenary force.
Megan marveled silently at his incredible, terrifying combat prowess, her heart completely filled with a complex, dizzying mixture of fear and profound awe.
The invisible, mystical bond pulsed fiercely with his pure, unadulterated adrenaline and his incredibly fierce, protective instincts.
She felt every single desperate surge of his powerful muscles, completely sharing his exhaustion and his terrifying, unyielding resolve.
The air grew thick and incredibly heavy with the acrid, choking smoke of spent gunpowder and terrible bloodshed.
Megan’s arms ached terribly from the heavy recoil, her ears ringing painfully from the relentless, booming explosions.
The attacking mercenaries were slowly but surely pushing deeper into the sprawling safehouse.
Craig yelled desperately over the deafening noise, ordering a tactical retreat deeper into the fortified tunnels.
He aggressively laid down a massive wall of suppressing fire, allowing his surviving guards to drag Tyler away.
He grabbed Megan’s hand firmly, completely pulling her along as they sprinted frantically down a dark, narrow corridor.
They aggressively burst into a large, cavernous storage room filled with tall, dusty wooden crates.
Craig slammed the heavy iron door shut behind them, throwing the thick, rusted deadbolt into place.
He leaned heavily against the cold metal, panting hard as beads of hot sweat dripped down his soot-stained face.
Megan sagged exhaustedly against a nearby wooden crate, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps.
They listened tensely as heavy, booted footsteps quickly approached the locked iron door.
A massive, terrifyingly loud blast suddenly blew the heavy door completely off its reinforced hinges.
The huge slab of twisted metal violently slammed into Craig, throwing him harshly to the cold ground.
Megan screamed his name in absolute terror as a towering, heavily armored mercenary stepped confidently through the smoking doorway.
The enormous man wore a frightening skull mask, his massive hands gripping a brutally modified shotgun.
He slowly raised the heavy weapon, pointing the dark, gaping barrel directly at Craig’s prone, stunned body.
Megan didn’t even stop to think about the terrible pain radiating fiercely from her damaged ribs.
She threw herself wildly across the small room, desperately tackling the massive attacker from the side.
The heavy shotgun discharged with a deafening, thunderous roar, completely blowing a massive hole into the ceiling.
The mercenary violently backhanded her, sending her flying painfully across the room to crash hard into a stack of wooden crates.
She desperately gasped for air, her vision swimming dangerously as terrible, dark spots danced rapidly before her eyes.
Craig roared in pure, unadulterated fury as he witnessed the brutal, unforgiving strike against the woman he loved.
He violently launched himself upward off the floor, drawing a long, serrated combat knife from his tactical vest.
He aggressively tackled the massive mercenary, driving the sharp blade ruthlessly into the weak points of the heavy armor.
The two enormous men engaged in a terrifying, brutal, close-quarters struggle to the absolute death.
The massive mercenary violently slammed Craig backward into a concrete wall, trying desperately to crush his throat.
Craig fiercely fought back, his powerful muscles violently straining against the overwhelming, terrifying force.
The invisible bond hummed violently, pouring Craig’s desperate, suffocating pain directly into Megan’s shattered mind.
She forced herself to crawl agonizingly across the debris-littered floor, her desperate fingers blindly searching for her dropped silver pistol.
Her shaking hand finally wrapped tightly around the cold, familiar metal grip.
She slowly raised the heavy weapon, her vision horribly blurred by the intense pain and fresh blood dripping from her forehead.
She lined up the blurry sights perfectly on the back of the massive mercenary’s unprotected head.
She smoothly squeezed the heavy trigger.
The deafening gunshot echoed sharply in the small, confined space.
The massive attacker instantly went totally rigid before completely collapsing like a heavy stone to the ground.
Craig slumped exhaustedly against the bloody wall, grasping his bruised throat as he desperately sucked in ragged, painful breaths.
He stared widely at Megan, his dark eyes filled with absolute awe and an overwhelming, profound gratitude.
He quickly rushed to her side, gently pulling her fragile, battered body into his strong, protective arms.
He frantically checked her over for serious injuries, his large hands trembling terribly for the very first time.
She offered a weak, tired smile, resting her bloody forehead against his heavily armored chest.
She quietly told him that she wasn’t going to let some random thug take away her newly promised, beautiful bar.
Craig let out a breathless, wet laugh, pulling her even tighter against his fiercely beating heart.
The distant sound of wailing police sirens finally began to faintly echo from the chaotic streets far above.
The brutal mercenary assault had undeniably failed, completely broken by their fierce, unified resistance.
The remaining syndicate guards finally breached the ruined room, loudly declaring the entire area completely secure.
Tyler was slowly carried in on a makeshift stretcher, his pale face reflecting profound exhaustion but undeniable relief.
He offered Megan a weak, hesitant nod, a silent, desperate plea for eventual, difficult forgiveness.
Megan simply nodded slowly back, finally realizing that holding onto bitter hatred was a heavy burden she no longer wished to carry.
Craig gently lifted Megan entirely into his powerful arms, carefully carrying her out of the ruined, smoking safehouse.
They completely emerged into the cool, refreshing night air of the sprawling, neon-lit city.
The chaotic streets were entirely swarming with heavily armed syndicate enforcers aggressively securing the entire area.
Craig completely ignored all of them, his dark eyes focused entirely on the beautiful woman resting safely in his arms.
He carried her gently toward a waiting, heavily armored vehicle, his powerful stride smooth and incredibly steady.
He softly promised her that the long, bloody war was finally, definitively over.
He swore he would tear down his entire violent empire if he absolutely had to, just to keep her completely safe.
Megan leaned her tired head peacefully against his broad shoulder, completely trusting his solemn, unbreakable vow.
The next several months passed in a strange, surprisingly peaceful blur of rapid, wonderful recovery and massive changes.
Craig stayed true to his powerful word, completely stepping back from the chaotic, violent frontlines of the syndicate.
He ruthlessly delegated the dangerous, illegal operations to his most trusted, capable lieutenants.
He focused entirely on massively expanding his perfectly legitimate, highly lucrative business holdings.
Tyler officially took control of his splintered faction, aggressively enforcing a strict, lasting peace treaty across the district.
The sprawling city slowly began to finally heal from the devastating, bloody wounds of the brutal street war.
New, vibrant businesses slowly began to miraculously open their brightly painted doors in the previously dangerous, abandoned districts.
The once heavily armed, terrifying syndicate enforcers were completely repurposed as a highly disciplined, neighborhood security force.
Children finally started safely playing outside in the bright, warm sunshine without the constant, paralyzing fear of random violence.
The heavy, suffocating atmosphere of the broken city had miraculously lifted, completely replaced by a wonderful, tentative sense of true hope.
Craig spent countless, exhausting hours personally mediating complex, bitter disputes between the remaining, deeply fractured underground factions.
He used his terrifying reputation to aggressively enforce the new peace, firmly ensuring no one dared to break the fragile, hard-won truce.
Megan deeply admired his incredible, tireless dedication to completely repairing the terrible damage his empire had previously caused.
She often brought him warm, home-cooked meals during his long, endlessly frustrating negotiation meetings.
His terrifying lieutenants would immediately stop talking and respectfully lower their eyes the exact second she confidently walked into the room.
They completely understood that the beautiful, fierce woman from the Crossroads was the true, undisputed Queen of their new, evolving world.
Megan’s painful injuries completely healed, leaving only pale, fading scars as a silent testament to her incredible survival.
She spent every single waking moment carefully designing and obsessively planning the grand, spectacular reopening of her beloved business.
Craig had happily provided absolutely unlimited funds, completely purchasing an enormous, beautiful property right in the heart of the safe zone.
He let her completely direct every single minute detail of the massive, expensive construction process.
She chose beautifully rich mahogany for the massive main bar and elegantly sleek brass fixtures for the modern lighting.
She aggressively hired back all her loyal, hardworking former staff, offering them wildly generous, competitive salaries.
The absolute best part of the new, massive building was the truly breathtaking architectural design.
The entire rear wall was constructed entirely of enormous, pristine floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
On the highly anticipated, spectacular evening of the grand reopening, the massive new Crossroads was completely packed.
Loud, joyous laughter and the wonderful clinking of heavy glass completely filled the vibrant, beautifully decorated air.
Megan stood proudly behind the long, polished bar, expertly mixing complex, colorful drinks with her familiar, confident flair.
She wore a stunning, elegant dark dress that perfectly highlighted her fierce, beautiful confidence.
Craig sat quietly at a private, secluded corner booth, intensely watching her with absolute, unfiltered adoration.
He wore a perfectly tailored, incredibly expensive dark suit, looking absolutely every bit the powerful, terrifying King he truly was.
But his dark, dangerous eyes were entirely soft, completely filled with an overwhelming, profound warmth whenever she looked his way.
Tyler briefly stopped by to deliver a massive, beautiful bouquet of vibrant, fresh flowers.
He awkwardly offered a shy, genuine smile before quickly disappearing back into the lively, crowded room.
Megan felt a deep, profound sense of incredible peace wash entirely over her beautiful, resilient soul.
She had completely lost absolutely everything in the devastating, fiery ruins of her brutal past.
But she had somehow miraculously found absolutely everything she truly needed in the most unlikely, dangerous place.
As the lively evening slowly wore on, she finally poured two glasses of her absolute finest, incredibly expensive whiskey.
She confidently walked around the busy bar and smoothly slid into the plush, comfortable booth right next to Craig.
He happily accepted the heavy glass, gently raising it in a silent, meaningful toast.
They clinked their thick glasses together, the beautiful, clear sound completely ringing over the loud, chaotic background noise.
She softly asked him if he was entirely happy with his surprisingly quiet, peaceful new life.
Craig reached out, his warm, strong hand gently covering hers on the polished wooden table.
He looked deeply into her eyes, the mystical, invisible bond warmly humming with absolute, pure contentment.
He quietly told her that he had spent his entire miserable life aggressively fighting desperately for absolute control.
He beautifully admitted that he only finally found true, lasting power the moment he completely surrendered his cold heart to her.
Megan felt a bright, wonderful flush of deep, incredible warmth completely spread across her pale cheeks.
She leaned in close, softly resting her head gently against his broad, solid shoulder.
They sat together in comfortable, perfect silence, completely watching the loud, happy patrons enjoying the beautiful new sanctuary.
The brilliant, spectacular colors of the fading sunset violently bled across the massive, clear west-facing windows.
The warm, golden light beautifully bathed the entire crowded room in a breathtaking, cinematic glow.
Megan knew there would still inevitably be dark, difficult challenges in their wildly unpredictable future.
The dangerous, unforgiving city outside would always be filled with terrible threats and violent shadows.
But as long as the fierce King of the south was tightly by her side, she felt absolutely completely invincible.
They had miraculously survived the most brutal, terrifying storms together, completely forged into something uniquely unbreakable.
She gently tilted her head up, softly pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to his warm, rough jaw.
He pulled her firmly closer, completely wrapping his incredibly strong, protective arm entirely around her waist.
In the wonderful, golden light of the beautiful new Crossroads, their violently chaotic story had finally found its perfect peace.
THE END
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