Chapter 217: Freedom From His Mask

"Anywhere you go, I carry you."

The evening air was cool, brushing against her cheeks like silk, but in his arms she felt nothing but steady, fierce, and consuming warmth. His warmth. She could feel the power in him, in the way his chest rose against hers and the surety of his hold, as if the very idea of her falling was inconceivable. Her heart stumbled against his, caught in a sweet, aching rhythm that left her dizzy.