Epilogue
Corvan
E liza’s warm body is curled into mine. She sighs contentedly as she toys with the ring I gave her two years ago, despite me promising her that she could take the damned stolen thing off.
She always swore she never would—other than for getting it sized the week after we got home from that cruise that changed our whole lives.
But I’d finally gotten her a replacement. Designed was more like it, honestly. I’d spent many of my free moments these past two years perfecting it, making it the only ring that deserves to be on her finger.
Though I still have my doubts she’ll give up the other ring.
I wrap my hand around hers and bring it up to my lips, kissing her knuckles gently. She smiles and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “We should go to bed soon,” she murmurs.
Our bed, because we’d moved in together barely a month after getting off that boat, unable to bear being apart for work and for nearly any other moment. We hadn’t looked back since .
No, we moved into our own house the second we’d found one, rather than staying in my old penthouse that I’d never quite managed to sell during my isolation, and certainly not in her shoebox apartment.
“In a minute,” I say. “First, I just need to make sure that you didn’t think I forgot.”
Her brows furrow. “Forgot what ?”
I brush the ring with my finger. “Forgot about this . Your temporary ring.”
She laughs. “Like it or not, Cor, it’s permanent. I’m never getting rid of it.”
“Then let’s at least add one to the collection, yeah?”
“What is it, a ring pop?” Her teasing voice made me smile. “Man, I miss those. Why don’t they make them big enough for adults, too?”
“Not a ring pop.” I shake my head. Then I slide off the couch, pull the ring box out of my pocket, and say, “An engagement ring.”
This wasn’t a lazy proposal, though I know it looks like it is.
This is exactly what Eliza wants. She and Sylvie, who have kept in very close contact since the cruise, have talked about this for a long, long time. Sylvie, who I started putting to the task of figuring out Eliza’s dream proposal for me, the second I realized she and Eliza’s friendship wasn’t going to fade after the cruise.
Sylvie, who had told me that all Eliza wanted was to be alone with her partner. To be somewhere she felt safe. To be surprised.
This checked all those boxes, I knew.
Eliza gapes and stares down at me before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Corvan.” My name sounds mumbled against her palm. “What the fuck?”
“I have loved you since the very second I saw you splayed out on the deck of that ship.” I grin.
She laughs, tears in her eyes as she pulls a shaking hand away from her mouth to say, “Oh, fuck off.”
“I have bound my life to yours already, but I want to do it again. Marry me, Eliza. Be my mate, my wife, and my own personal goddess.”
She snorts back a laugh but nods grinning. “Yes, Corvan. I’ll marry you.” She sticks her left hand out to me, letting me slide the ring on her finger, gold to match her other ring, the band shaped like splayed raven’s wings that wrap around her finger to match my tattoo, surrounded by diamonds and sapphires—which I had learned to be her favorite gemstone.
Eliza crushes her mouth to mine the second the ring is on her finger. “But if you ever call me a goddess again, I’ll erase that damned word from your memory.”
“Noted, Fiance.”
Then she kisses me. And it is everything it has always been and always will be.
She is everything.
NEXT !
A magical invitation promises a cruise to experience the Alaskan wilderness.
But little did we know each invitation is a matching pair - our fated mate will be aboard the ship, too!