Epilogue: The Final Choice

The world had moved on.

Knight Industries had fallen.

Victor Reid was dead—eliminated by his own people, the same way he had tried to eliminate Nathaniel. With him gone, the empire crumbled, and those who had once hunted them had bigger battles to fight.

But Sabrina and Nathaniel never let their guard down.

They had learned the hard way that peace was fragile.

A Quiet Life

Their home was a modest one—a small house on a hill overlooking a vineyard. The scent of lavender filled the air, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the soft murmurs of the wind.

Sabrina ran her fingertips over the bookcases in their living room, her heart overflowing in ways she never imagined possible.

Nathaniel stood by the window, watching the horizon. Even now, he was always looking, always waiting.

She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You don't have to keep looking over your shoulder, you know."

His hand covered hers. "Force of habit."

She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. "We're free, Nathaniel. We made it."

He turned to face her then, his eyes softer than she had ever seen them. "I know."

And this time, she believed him.

One afternoon, as they sat outside, watching the golden light fade over the vineyard, Sabrina looked at Nathaniel and asked, "If you could change everything—go back and do it differently—would you?"

Nathaniel thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No."

She raised an eyebrow. "Even with everything we lost?"

His gaze didn't waver. "We lost a lot. But we gained something better."

She smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. "And what's that?"

Nathaniel kissed her forehead. "A second chance."

And in that moment, Sabrina realized something.

Their story hadn't been about revenge, or power, or even survival.

had been about choosing love over fear.

Loyalty over betrayal.

And in the end, it had been about finding peace—not in the world, but in each other.

Because sometimes, the real victory wasn't winning the war.

It was walking away from it.

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THE END.