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Because my mate is in my arms.

She’s safe.

She’s smiling.

And we’re going home.

To our life.

Together.

EPILOGUE TWO-CASEY

A day has passed, and we haven't left the bedroom to do more than shower or eat.

I am so not complaining.

The call from the prosecutor came an hour ago.

Michael D’Angelo is officially missing. Disappeared from the grid. The trial has been postponed. No timeline. No explanation.

Just gone.

Zeke didn’t say a word when I hung up.

He didn’t have to.

He just pulled me into his arms and let me exhale for the first time in what felt like forever.

Now, we’re back in our bed, the quiet hum of crickets outside, and a sweet summer breeze filters in through the open windows.

My world is safe again. More than that—it’s full.

It’s ours.

“I know it’s awful to say,” I murmur as I trace a lazy pattern over Zeke’s chest, “but the world is a better place without that man in it.”

“You won’t hear any argument from me,” he rumbles, his voice a velvet growl, low and rich against my ear. “Some monsters deserve to vanish.”

I nod, shifting to look up at him. His golden eyes are soft now, the storm inside him calmed.

He’s beautiful, my Dragon. Fierce and solid and wholly mine.

“I’ve been thinking,” I start, my voice barely above a whisper.

He brushes his fingers along my jaw. “About what, Petals?”

“About my career. I don’t know if I want to go back to exactly what I was doing. But I do miss helping people. I might want to finish. Become a doctor. Ease back into it.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Just studies me with that soul-deep intensity of his. Then he smiles.

The kind of smile that makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the universe.

“Whatever you want, we’ll make it happen. If you want to finish, I’ll drive you to the hospital every damn day. Wait in the parking lot with snacks. Build a nap nest in the truck bed. You name it.”

I laugh, burying my face in his chest. “A nap nest?”

He chuckles. “Don’t knock it till you try it. I make a killer pillow fort.”