Chapter TWENTY-ARLISS

My phone pings as I ease Cleo, my little rust bucket, into the gravel drive, the tires crunching softly beneath me.

I’d just come from helping Gramps pack up the last of his things—he and Melody officially decided to move in together.

Engaged, no less.

And honestly? I can’t stop smiling.

Gramps is in love.

Like, giddy, teenager in a soda shoppe, tripping over his slippers in love.

And you know what? I get it.

Because I’m in love, too.

With a Bull Shifter who calls me Mo Chroí and touches me like he can’t help himself and who makes me feel like I’m made of fire and silk.

With a man who holds me like I’m precious and fucks me like I’m his lifeline.

I don’t care what anyone else says.

Yeah, I know it all sounds fast, reckless, maybe even a little insane.

But love doesn’t always follow the rules.

And this? This is real.

I feel it with every breath.

Kian’s mine. And I’m his.

And I’ll fight to keep it that way.