The power still humming under my skin. The blood. The tears. The truth.
No more masks. No more pretending.
Let them love me.
Or let them burn me.
Either way—I was done hiding.
“You son of a b***h,” Kyle breathed, dropping to one knee beside us. His voice cracked. “You almost died on us.”
“Thank the Goddess,” Kendrick muttered, dragging a trembling hand down his face. “Thank the fuc.king Goddess.”
Kingsley didn’t speak.
He crouched. Placed a hand on Keegan’s chest like he needed the proof himself. His jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack.
Keegan looked at them all—eyes glassy, lashes damp.
Then he smirked. Barely.
“I would never leave my mate alone with you,” he rasped, his voice shredded but teasing.
“Shut the hell up,” Kendrick said, the edge softened by relief.
“Idi
