Reese was gone. The betrayal, the pain, would always be there, but Trace didn’t have to worry about the past coming back.
The threat was over. Dead.
Just like Anna Jean.
It was time to leave the dead behind. Time to focus on the living.
“It was your promise,” Skye said. Her lips pressed lightly to his once more. “But you, Trace, you’re mine, and I was ready to fight heaven and hell to keep you with me.”
His promise. Her love.
Trace tried to sit up, to get closer to her, but he was so weak.
So Skye came to him. Carefully, slowly, she curled her body around his.
She held him. He held her.
The love that they had would keep them strong. Through whatever came in the future.
But he was damn well tired of death and danger. He was also sick of getting shot. He never wanted to see another hospital again.
He was ready for the promise of happiness that they deserved. And, for Skye, he’d make sure they got that happiness.
Another promise for him to keep.
Trace stared into her eyes. “I love you.”
And he saw love shining in her eyes, an endless love that stared back at him.
A love that would last forever.
I always keep my promises to Skye.
Always.