Page 54 of Shifting Fate (Descendants)

He stared at me, stock-still. Logan was suddenly straight-faced, tone solemn, when he said, “That was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.”

I laughed, kissing him earnest, and asked, “Does this mean we finally get those three days?”

“Take as long as you want,” Logan offered. And then he pursed his lips, considering the men and women of the Seven Lines that were expecting their prophet, their savior, to make an appearance. “But I’m pretty sure they’ll be downstairs waiting for you the entire time.”

I groaned as I buried my face into his arm. But when I drew back, the spark in Logan’s eyes freed me from every other concern. That otherworldly glow was there; he wasn’t just a man now. He was more, so much more.

“Let them wait,” I said as I moved to him.

I pressed a kiss to his pulse, and he lowered his head, gripping my waist tighter as he brought his mouth over mine. It was the closest I’d ever been to security. To home. Sure, there was other stuff, but it was vague, far away. This was now. Emily and I were safe. We would live.

And I had every intention of doing so.