Edge of Dawn

Be reasonable? Fuck you. How’s that for calm and reasonable?

You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.

Kellan’s hand found hers, took it into his strong grasp. “There,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. “I’ve got you, Mouse.” “Yes, you do,” she replied.

I love you, Mira…my Mate. My life. You’re my everything.

As a girl, Mira had held his hand and led him out of a dark place. As a woman, she’d held his heart, despite his efforts to prove himself from caring for someone he could never bear to lose. Now he only hoped he’d find the strength to push Mira away, when all he wanted was to pull her close and never let her go.

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you’ll give me that chance-” “I can’t promise you that, Mira. I can’t promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have.” He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. “But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

Maybe there’s a place for a rebel ghost within the Order’s ranks after all.” - Lucan

It felt right, seeing them joined as a mated couple. A partnership that had been tested more than most, and hard-won. Lucan

From this moment forward, we play by our own rules. Whatever it takes, whatever the cost. Our new mission begins now.

After everything I’ve done,” he whispered harshly, “not only today, or eight years ago, when I left, letting you believe I was dead, but since the first day we met, Mouse. Ever since then, since the very beginning, you’ve stayed with me. You’ve always had my back.” - Kellan “I always will,” she replied. Her voice was quiet, but her eyes were resolute. “When you love someone, that’s what you do.” - Mira

You were great tonight, helping with Candice’s wound and the funeral ceremony for Chaz . . . such as it was.” “I only did what needed doing, and as for your friend’s funeral, it was a beautiful good-bye you all gave him,” she murmured. “Simple but pure. You honored him well, Kellan.” The phrase she used—one reserved for the solemnest occasions in Breed traditions—touched him in a way he couldn’t express. Instead, he tipped her chin up on the edge of his hand and kissed her. Not the hungered kind of kiss that they’d been sharing each time they’d connected since her arrival back in his life a few days ago but a kiss shaped by tender caring and gratitude, by profound respect . . . and, yes, love. He loved this woman. His woman.