Adrenaline crash.
Shock.
Relief.
All of it hitting at once.
“You did good,” I murmur. “You did really good.”
She exhales against me.
“I thought…” she starts, then stops.
“I know,” I say.
I press my forehead to hers.
“It's over.”
This time—
I mean it.
Trigger approaches slowly.
“All clear.”
Beast nods once.
“No movement.”
Blaze lowers the tablet.
“He’s gone.”
Yeah.
He is.
I look down at her again.
At the woman who didn’t run.
Didn’t break.
Who stood in the middle of hell and faced it head-on.
And chose me.
Every time.
“You staying?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes lift to mine.
Soft.
Certain.
