Lucas’s POV
I felt the painful ache within the bond gradually fade to its normal peaceful hum. Harper’s breath slightly hitched.
“You love me,” she whispered.
The corners of my mouth turned upward into an undeniable smile. “So much. I’m sorry for not having said it more in the past.”
Shame on me for not having said it enough in the past. Christ, I practically wept when I thought I was going to lose Harper prior to the blood ritual. I had her gathered so tightly in my arms, and all during that time, all I could think was ‘I can’t lose this woman—She’s everything to me—I love her’.
Harper’s expression melted from previous distress to vulnerable adoration and devotion.
“Believe me, your actions have spoken for themselves,” she justified.
I shook my head, not wanting some easy way
