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“That was my fault,” Carrick says, stepping into the kitchen behind him. He’s bare-chested, his hair wet from a shower as he squeezes Lorcan on the shoulder and sits down beside Cyn. "I was singing. Cyn found me in the chapel."
“You didn’t hear him?” I ask Lorcan.
He shakes his head. “I was sleeping.”
"You slept?" Carrick’s look of shock is almost comical.
Lorcan grins. "A solid six hours straight."
Carrick returns his smile, before brushing a soft kiss against Cyn's temple. "How are you feeling?"
She nods. “Okay. You?” her gaze flicks to his collarbone and the new teeth marks indenting his skin.
Lorcan's heated gaze flicks between them both and I can tell he has questions, but for the moment he refrains from asking them as he presses a kiss on top of Cyn’s head then pulls out a seat at the table and sits down too.
She smiles at him and it damn near floors me that she’s back here with us and capable of interacting like this. Just a few hours ago, Cyn was pretty much catatonic. Now she’s alert, present and eating, thanks to Lorcan and Carrick, both of whom somehow pulled her out of the darkness and kept her here. I suspect there's more to what happened between them, but I'm not going to pry. We all love the same girl, and there was never any question that we're willing to share, that doesn't mean we have to share every interaction we have with her individually.
“Arden is helping me make a syrup to ease the pain in my throat,” Cyn explains, placing her spoon on the table next to her empty bowl. “This is the first step of the process. I would do it myself but…” She lifts up her hand, showing us her broken fingers. “I need a little help.”
Lorcan nods, unable to completely hide the flare of anger that he feels every time he sees her injuries. I know how he feels. Carrick too, given the look on his face.
“Are you sure you trust him?” Carrick asks, trying to lighten the mood, but his joke quickly falls flat when Cyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat. He winces. “Too soon?”
Lorcan flashes me a look and I blow out a breath as Cyn looks between us. She takes a sip of water, then clears her throat.
“I wanted to thank you all,” she begins. “For rescuing me. For not killing The Masks in the process. For looking after me these past couple of weeks. It means more than you know…” Her voice trails off and the room falls deathly silent as she blinks back the emotion in her eyes before continuing. “I don’t blame you for Faith’s death,” she says softly, looking up at Lorcan as the colour drains from his face.
“Cyn, I’m sorry,” he says, grasping her hand and kissing her knuckles. “I should’ve told you the minute you woke up.”
“Maybe not the minute I woke up,” she whispers, giving him a soft smile as she blinks back the tears brought forward by the mention of Faith’s name.
“You’re not leaving us then?” he asks.
“Not unless you want me to,” she replies, chewing on her lip, unsure of our answer in that moment.
“Never. We’re never letting you go,” Carrick says fiercely, reaching over and hauling Cyn into his lap.
She lets out a soft gasp, and for a moment I think she’s going to stiffen at his touch, disappear into herself. Instead, she lets out a shuddering sigh and melts into his body, her fingers feathering over the bite on his collarbone.
“I know you won’t hurt me.”
Carrick brushes his lips over her hair, locking eyes with me as he does so. There’s so much fucking love in his gaze that it chokes me up. We love few people, but when we do it’s fierce and real and everlasting.
“You can feel safe with us,” Lorcan says, twisting his body and resting his hand on Cyn’s knee. “Whatever you need, we’ll provide it.”
“I want you to know that I want what you want,” Cyn continues. “I want to forget the mistakes of our pasts and move onwards from this point. I want to build a relationship with you all. Individually. Together. I don’t know exactly what will happen from this moment on. Nessa never went into detail, but I’m hopeful.”
She laughs softly then looks at me, and I know she remembers the drawing I did way back when we were kids. The one she stole that night I saved her from falling from the roof of Silver Oaks institute, and kept all this time folded up in her recipe book.
“I know what’s going to happen,” I say, reaching for the picture, pulling it from the book. Unfolding it, I lay it flat out on the table. “You do too, Cyn.”
Carrick whistles low, and Cyn’s cheeks pink up as we all stare at my drawing. In the centre stands Cyn, completely naked surrounded by the three of us. I’m standing behind her, my lips pressed to her shoulder, my arm around her waist. Kneeling at her feet is Lorcan, his head buried between her spread legs, one of his hands grabbing her breast whilst the other grips her hip, and Carrick stands to my right, his cock fisted in his hands whilst he kisses Cyn fiercely.
“Thisis our future, tomorrow and the next day, and the day after. This is where we get to love you every day for the rest of our lives.”
She nods her head, her eyes meeting mine, a sad, almost wistful look in them, before she draws in a shuddering breath and says, “Cras es noster… Tomorrow is ours.”
“Tomorrow is ours,” I repeat.
