ZURI

Tyr’s arms were wrapped around me so tightly I thought my bones might melt into him. His scent, his warmth, and ragged breathing were the only anchor I had after everything.

He smelled so manly and… and safe. I didn’t want to leave him even for a moment. He was so strong, like a goddamn rock.

My tears soaked his chest, but he didn’t even move. He only held me, brushing his hand through my hair, and pressing his lips against the side of my head.

“Zuri,” he whispered, as if ...