The roses trembled as an unnatural wind whispered through the garden, carrying with it an icy presence that sent shivers down Helena's spine.
Xavier's grip on her hand tightened as his silver eyes scanned the treeline. He didn't speak, but she could feel the shift in his energy—tense, alert, ready to protect her at any cost.
Lucian was close.
"Inside," Xavier ordered, his voice low and firm.
Helena didn't hesitate. Together, they moved swiftly, her heart pounding against her ribs as they reached the safety of the safehouse. Xavier bolted the door behind them, then turned to her, his jaw clenched.
"He's getting bolder," he muttered, running a hand through his raven-black hair.
Helena swallowed hard. The air was thick with tension, but beneath it, something else lingered—something unfinished between them. She had almost told him how she felt before they were interrupted. Now, standing here, adrenaline still thrumming through her veins, she realized she couldn't keep running from it.
"Xavier," she said softly.
He looked at her, and for the first time in days, the walls he had built around himself cracked. His shoulders weren't as tense, and the battle-hardened look in his silver eyes softened just a fraction.
Helena stepped closer, reaching for his hands. Her fingers trembled as they curled around his, but she forced herself to meet his gaze.
"I love you, Xavier," she whispered. "I've tried to deny it, to push it away, but I can't. You've become a part of me, and I can't imagine facing this world without you by my side."
Xavier's breath hitched, his silver eyes widening slightly as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, his lips curved into the most tender smile she had ever seen.
"Oh, Helena," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words."
A soft warmth spread through her as Xavier reached up, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. The world outside—the darkness lurking beyond the walls, the war they still had to fight—faded into the background.
Right now, there was only this.
Only them.
Xavier exhaled shakily before pressing his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face as if she were something fragile, precious. "I promise to protect you, Helena," he murmured. "No matter what comes our way, I'll be by your side."
Helena nodded, her green eyes shining with unwavering trust. "And I'll be by yours," she whispered back. "Together, we can face anything."
Outside, the storm had passed. The garden, once shaken by an eerie wind, now lay still beneath a sky dusted with the first twinkling stars.
And as Xavier pulled her into his arms, holding her close like he never wanted to let go, Helena knew—despite the dangers that awaited them—this love was worth fighting for.