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The conclusion was obvious. He'd be able to initiate actual physical contact with her. Even though he still needed to work through therapy to deal with his trauma-trained behaviors, his memories would no longer have the power to come between them.

Biting her bottom lip. she nodded and stepped forward. “East...” she said softly, reaching for him. If they could be together...if they could...

"I'm a bit overwhelmed," he sobbed and then burst out laughing because obviously.

She followed suit, pulling him to her and hugged him tight. He didn’t stiffen, and she let out a heavy breath as she laughed with him. Looking up to her guys they were all smiling, in awe, and looking hopeful.

"A true blessing," Finn congratulated. "We should go and celebrate."

Chapter 42

Petra stepped footthrough the doorway of the main building of the Balkan compound with fresh eyes, and hope suffusing her. “This place is fucking massive.”

Emerson nodded from her left. “This is where most things happen...though apparently it’s not our original compound and temple.”

“And where is that?”

“No idea. Maybe the priests will finally give that info up.” He smirked.

The foyer of the building was huge, two large stairways on either side of the room leading to a second floor and then another two, leading to a third. Five men walked from the left into the main foyer.

“And you return with precious cargo,” one of the guys said and went to Finn, shaking his hand. “The well is frothing, and the priests are pleased.” He looked to her. “Welcome, Devotion.” He bowed his head.

“This is Damon,” Emerson said to her. “He’s building your house.”

“Oh... Hi. Pleasure.”

“It is. You are a revelation,” he offered and looked to Finn. “Everything is cool, but we have a problem...found something.”

Finn sighed. "Why am I not surprised? I have a horrible feeling we'll be finding messes left by those fuckwits for years to come." He shook his head. "What did you find?"

“A cache of information, books the priests didn’t even know about,” Damon started, “and Vincent found accounts, tons of them. But the biggest thing? We found what amounts to a fucking harem.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Emerson said. “A harem? Of women? Here?”

Damon nodded. “Youngest about fifteen.”