Lucian
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay at home, Lucian. I’m so sorry,” Mara whispered, her voice shaking, her hands clinging to me like she never wanted to let go.
But she had nothing to apologize for.
I cupped her face gently, my vision blurred with tears. “No. I’m glad you disobeyed me,” I said, voice cracking. “You… and Martha. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
I choked on the lump in my throat.
“I thought that was it for me. I thought today would be the last time I saw the sun. And then—then you came.”
I pulled her closer again, feeling her breath on my skin. “My darling Mara. My wife. You saved me.”
Then I kissed her—hard. Like I needed her soul to know how much she meant to me. My lips crashed into hers, desperate and grateful and aching. If it were possible to merge our bodies into o
