Rand raises his head.His moss green eyes are glowing gold with his Wolf, and shivers run through me at the sincerity in his expression.
“You still have time to change your mind,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.
I laugh softly.
“You've said that at least three times.”
I run my fingers through his long hair.
“I'll say it a hundred more if I have to.”
“Why?”I ask.
And it’s because I want to know, not because I’m changing my mind.
“Because I never want you wondering whether or not you had a choice.”
Oh.
Oh, that might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
And if I wasn’t halfway in love with him before, I sure as fuck am now.
I smile up at him.
“I have a choice.”
“You do.”
“And Rand?I'm choosing you.”
His eyes close briefly, as if my words physically undo him.
When he opens them again, they're bright with emotion.
“You have no idea what that means to me.”
“Then tell me.Show me.”
He brushes a strand of my long blonde hair behind my ear.
“It means I get to spend the rest of my life proving you made the right choice.”
My heart melts.
Not because he's impossibly handsome.
Not because he kisses like every fantasy I've ever had wrapped into one gorgeous biker.
But because underneath all that strength is a man who wants nothing more than to love me well.
And after all these years of wondering if forever had simply passed me by, I find myself believing the impossible.
Maybe magic is real.
Maybe destiny exists.
Maybe monsters aren't the things we should fear.
