“Even if you think it’s the right thing to do?”
“I will burn the world to ashes if I’m faced with the choice between you and it. You are the only right thing in my life. The Council has tried and failed to stop me from being yours. I’ve made up my mind. My choice will always be you.”
She kissed me, her lips tasting of salt and snow. “I choose you, too.”
“Well, I bloody well hope so. It’s too late to change your mind now.”
She laughed, cuddling into me. “So you’re saying you’re stuck with me?”
“No, love. I’m saying you’re stuck withme.So if I need to start shopping for a five-person bed, just say the word.”
“But what about Moira? I can’t just abandon her.”
“I doubt she’ll have any interest in the bed, but we can always make sure she has a room of her own if she wants to stay over.”
A happy little noise escaped her. “Thank you. I love you.”
“And I you. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready to face off with Madame... what was it you called her?”
“Madame Moody.”
“Yes, that’s the one. If anyone can persuade her, it’ll be you.”
We walked back to Blackthorne Hall hand in hand, and for the first time in three days, the part of me that had been restless was finally calm. Things were far from settled, the world was practically going to shit all around us, but for now, at least, I was at peace.
Because of her.
As long as she was safe, nothing else mattered.
I idly wondered when Sunday Fallon became the center of my entire universe. And just as the thought occurred, I realized it didn’t matter when. Only that it was true.