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I knew what she was asking. I hated the thought of her touching a gun. But I realized why she was asking. She needed to take back her power and not be afraid.

“If that’s what you want, then yes.”

She finished her toast. “Okay, good.”

* * *

I woke her every two hours all night, not that she slept much. For the first time, darkness frightened her, and she panicked when I snapped off the light. So I kept one on, dim enough not to bother her eyes. She would begin to fall asleep, only to jerk awake, gasping and clutching at me. I would talk to her, whispering reassurances until she fell asleep again, only for the pattern to repeat itself.

Finally, as dawn broke, she fell into an exhausted slumber. I slipped away, wanting her to sleep and too restless to stay beside her.

I wasn’t shocked when Marcus and Julian showed up before seven, both exhausted and grim.

I poured them coffee. “All done?”

Marcus grunted as he sipped the hot beverage. “Damn, that’s good. Yeah. All done. The house burned fast. We have everything, and it will all be looked after.” Before I could protest, he held up his hand. “Not by you, Damien. HJ will take it over. They’ve already moved in and smoothed the waters. No questions will be asked about the house, Raven’s name will not come up. If there are any other victims, they will be helped. You concentrate on Raven and you.”

“And Sofia cleared you?”

Julian chuckled. “Yep. She was waiting.” He rolled his shoulder. “All bandaged up and the lecture about no more bullets duly noted.” He touched his head. “She also had some rather snarky views on my head versus the fry pan the asshole hit me with. Something about how hard it was.”

Marcus chuckled. “Me too. She had a lot to say on that subject.”

I grinned. Sofia had no problem expressing her opinions. I told them about the conversation I’d had with Raven about killing Andy. Julian nodded. “Little flashes of humor help. It shows how strong she is. She’ll recover and move past this. You will as well, but you need to step back and let HJ finish this.”

“I will. But I have one thing I have to do. I need to tell Deb the truth. Or a slimmed-down version. She should know he won’t be around anymore and why.”

Marcus drained his mug. “Do that, and shut the door. Come back to the island with us, and let the peace and beauty help Raven heal. I know how much it helped Missy. She said it helped her focus and move past all the horrors she went through. We’ll have the private plane, so she’ll be comfortable. You need the break as well.”

“They’re right. And I’d like that,” Raven said from behind me. I stood and turned. She was in the hall, wearing my T-shirt and a pair of leggings. Her hair was down and messy. She was bruised and worn.

And the most beautiful woman in the world.

She came forward, her steps slow. “We haven’t officially met,” she said as Marcus and Julian stood to greet her. “Thank you for what you did.” She extended her hand, the tremor obvious. I knew strangers would make her wary now. But she was trusting my relationship with these men. She knew they helped rescue her, and she was making the effort.

They shook her hand, offering her a kind smile and gentle words.

Marcus pulled out a chair. “Join us, Raven. Let me tell you about the island. I have some pictures too.”

She sat down, reaching for me. I shifted my chair closer, taking her hand. I felt her relax, and I tugged her closer. With a quiet huff of air, she leaned into my side.

“Do you have pictures of your kids?” she asked. “Both of you? I would love to see those.”

And right then, they fell in love with her.

* * *

Deb pressed a hand to her mouth, horrified. She looked between Raven and me, shocked. I had been as honest as I could be, telling her that Stew had used her to get close to Raven and it was he who had kidnapped her.

“It was all a lie,” she murmured. She reached for Raven’s hand. “He hurt you.”

“I’ll recover.”

“That bastard!” Deb spat out. “I knew something was off. He was too perfect.”

I bit back my smile. I was glad to see her anger.

“I knew it wasn’t going to work,” she added. “But I didn’t expect this.”


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