Page 46 of Forget Me Not (The Shifters of Timberfall #1)

Syve

seven months later

“I swear to Jesus and Carlisle, if you don’t put that lighter down—” Aimi’s threats from the backyard carried to the front of the house, where Bastien was currently helping Syve unload the last of the boxes from her truck.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t given up on him yet,” Bastien scoffed.

“To be fair, he hasn’t really given her the option.” Syve laughed.

It was true, Cyrus continued to spend every ounce of his free time at The Glass. On top of that, Cyrus decided to stay in Timberfall on a more permanent basis and moved into his own place. That place just happened to share a wall with Aimi.

Bas laughed, agreeing with her as he hefted a box into his arms and they strode into the house.

Since getting the grant, Syve managed to launch her clothing line—even expanding on it with all the other ideas sketched out in her notebook.

She hired Elijah in November. He was interested in getting into the fashion industry and had begged her to teach him everything she knew.

He was the best assistant she could ask for.

Currently she was looking for a larger office space, to expand Sew It Seams, so she had put her shop and the loft up for sale.

When she mentioned apartment hunting, Bastien made the suggestion that she just live with him, since they had been spending almost every night together anyway.

He immediately back pedaled, asking her if she thought it would be weird to live with his mother.

Syve silenced his stuttering with a kiss, telling him she would move in and that living in the same house as his mother meant she could eat Mama’s cooking every day.

When they told Soriah, she cried for twenty minutes, made cocoa, then dug out a handful of vegetarian cookbooks saying she promised to get really good at cooking with meat alternatives.

Bastien finalized the sale with Hal and was now the sole owner of the butcher shop. On the day Hal handed over the keys, a delivery truck arrived, unloading a crate with a brand-new motor for the cooler rail system. Bas laughed until he cried.

So, there she was, standing in the middle of her new living room, holding her mother’s chest of journals and looking at pictures of Desiderio, Erhard and Noah all hanging side by side on the wall.

Soriah and Del—home for spring break—were making vegetarian paella while Aimi supervised Cyrus and his fire in the backyard.

“Coming?” Bastien called from halfway up the stairs and Syve smiled.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Time does not heal all wounds, but it does make them easier to bear—and she did not have to bear them alone.