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Story: Held
“Am I forgiven?” he asked coyly.
Briar held back a smile. She leaned her head against his shoulder, gazing up at him as the waterfall bubbled in the background.
“Next time, we will go with them,” she said. “Right now… I just want some comfort. Can you give that to me?”
Wick growled, low and satisfied, and lowered his forehead to hers. The cool, scarred bone felt like walking through the cottage door after a long job and taking off her shoes, finally ready to relax.
“I will do my best,” Wick purred and winked.
Briar grinned. There had been no whispers from the mountains in all their years together. No blood frenzy beating at the edges of his skull. Just peace, plain and simple. Even on the most dangerous jobs, they could still find their peace together.
Wick wrapped her up in his arms.
Briar closed her eyes and let their hard-won peace wash over her.
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