Page 168 of The Colour of Revenge

Yes. Next to the guy clinging to consciousness.

Because romance isn’t dead.

But this guy soon will be.

“You’re kidding,” she exclaims, staring at me. There’s disbelief in her tone but also amusement.

“I’m not.” I flip the box open, revealing the ring nestled inside. The pink sapphire catches the overhead lights. “Carina, you’re the most stubborn, brilliant, and maddening woman I’ve ever met. You’ve survived hell and still somehow manage to make the world brighter. I know we’re not normal, and I wouldn’t want us to be. So… hypothetically, if you were to ask you to marry me, would you say yes?"

She stares at me for a moment. Lips parted. Eyes unreadable.

Then—she laughs. A real, full-bodied laugh that hits me like a bloody bullet to the chest.

“Nate,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re proposing in your murder room. While we still have a guy to deal with.”

I shrug. “Timing felt right.”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile says it all.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it.”

She kneels in front of me, her fingers brushing mine. “I do.”

“Is that a yes?”

She leans in and kisses my lips, soft and certain. “Of course, it’s a yes.”

Behind us, the bastard groans a weak, pathetic sound.

Carina pulls back, her smile sharpening into something dangerous.

“Let’s finish this first,” she says, standing. She offers me her hand.

And just like that, we’re back in sync.