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Lachlan looked to Torrie. “Roe andDes are in Staffordshirescouring the earth for ye, cousin. I wish I could tell Roe this very moment that ye are safe.” He paused, his voice catching in his throat. “This…this has been brutal. We have all been tearing the countryside apart trying to find ye both.”
Eva leaned deeper into Lachlan’s chest, her hand going up to wrap along his neck. “We’re here. Safe.”
Torrie nodded. “Roe will know soon enough.”
Eva twisted slightly in the saddle so she could look up at Lachlan. “How are you even here?”
“I saw wee Vicky on a horse with that one passing through Kegworth.” His hazel eyes shifted, going shrewd on Rafe. “I followed them and they brought me here.Hereof all places. This was the first place I searched for ye, but it was empty six days ago.”
“He moved us here four days or so ago, once he had Torrie,” Eva said.
Lachlan looked to Rafe. “Ye are positive Falsted is dead?”
“He is. I gutted himself myself.”
Lachlan held Rafe’s stare for a long breath, not only reading the truth of the statement, but also looking to read truth of the whole situation. In the way Lachlan’s hard look narrowed, it was clear he didn’t see answers he was settled with.
Not that Rafe was going to disappear.
He was in this. Due comeuppance be damned.
Victoria was worth it.
His look shifted to her on her horse. She’d refused to even glance his way since they’d exited the forest.
It didn’t matter. He would charge forward without regard to self-preservation when it came to her.
He was going to see this through to the bitter end.
No matter what came.
{ Chapter 31 }
The reunion of Roe and Torrie in Staffordshire echoed much the same as Eva and Lachlan’s reunion.
A shattered man, desperately wrapping his arms around his wife, the grace of salvation bestowed upon him. Two people lost to everything in the world around them.
Heartbreaking and heartwarming, all in the same.
For how much Rafe wanted to look away from Roe and Torrie clasped together in a tight ball in this decrepit old farmhouse in Staffordshire, he couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Torrie had curled into Roe, clutching him about the waist as he heaved breath after breath, in shock and afraid to believe that his wife was suddenly in front of him.
Rafe had once been set to destroy that.
Destroy them.
How very wrong he’d been.
Love like that should never be destroyed, no matter the wrathful path it took to exist.
Love destroyed. Love healed.
He was beginning to see the very nature of it now in a way he’d never imagined could exist.
Love he was beginning to doubt would ever be his.
He’d had the slightest glimpse of it with Victoria—mere days—but enough to crumble the very foundations upon which he’d built his life.
