receded. She wasn’t quite as brave as she’d claimed. The only thing that kept her fear at bay was the knowledge that Talyn would never willingly allow any harm to come to her. That here, finally, she was completely safe.
Funny how she’d always thought of love in the most childish of terms. She’d assumed being in love meant someone would lavish her with attention and gifts. Spoil her blind. But that wasn’t true love. True love was placing someone else before yourself. Giving without the expectation of getting anything in return, because their happiness meant more to you than your own. She totally understood that now.
And love was only right when the one you were with felt the exact same way about you. That was why they spoiled you and why you spoiled them in return.
No, she didn’t know what the future would hold for them. But whatever disaster or challenge life threw at them, they’d get through it the same way they’d gotten through this.
Together.
Epilogue
Felicia shot to her feet as Duel Odelus knocked Talyn to the Ring floor with a brutal punch.
Lorens wrapped his arm around her. “It’s all right, Felicia. He can take it.”
Yes, but she didn’t want him to. More to the point, she couldn’t take him taking it.
Glancing at Morra and Qory, who were sitting beside her, she winced as Talyn was struck again and again. This was why she’d never wanted to see any match Talyn was in. Why she’d always stayed in the locker room during the fight.
His blood and pain were more than she could take. But this was their anniversary and she’d promised him that she would sit Ringside with her brother and nephews, and their friends.
Little had she known how hard this would be.
When Talyn came to his feet, his gaze went straight to her. By that, she knew how much he appreciated her being here.
For him.
It was the least she could do, since she was still the reason he was getting the snot beaten out of him. This was the last fight he’d contracted for to free her of her contract. How she wished she could go back in time and change things.
But then, if she hadn’t contracted with her agency, she would have never met him.
That part was all she didn’t regret.
“It’ll be all right, Aunt Felicia.” Gavarian handed her his drink.
She took a sip to settle her nervous stomach as she ignored the crowd that cheered Talyn getting beaten. Even Qory cheered with various signs while Morra made loud shouts of encouragement for Talyn to rip out Duel’s spine.
For a moment, she thought he might. It was what he’d done to Chrisen in their fight a few months back. Something that had made Ferrick deliriously happy and unbelievably rich.
Shaking her head, she tried not to think about any of that.
So much had changed over this last year. Completely sober, Cairistiona was now the beloved Andarion tadara, with Nykyrian and his son, Adron, as the crowned heirs behind her in line for the throne, Eriadne, Jullien, and the remaining Anatoles were in prison or exile. Galene was the prime commander of their armada. Lorens was Galene’s adjutant, and Talyn was now the commander at Anatole Base. As such, he was in charge of their primary fighter corps, and a lead advisor to his mother and her brother.
While she and Talyn still couldn’t legally live together or marry, they did have a contract, courtesy of her mother and Morra. It wasn’t as good as unification, but it was the best they could hope for under current Andarion law.
And since it allowed her to remain with Talyn, it was more than enough for her.
Felicia winced again as Duel slammed Talyn to the ground, again and stomped him. “How can he stand that?”
Lorens snorted. “Your male is one tough SOB.”
Erix shouted something at Talyn. With a fierce roar, Talyn came off the floor and laid into Duel with an unbelievable fury. In a matter of minutes, he had Duel trapped.
The victory buzzer went off.
Thank the gods, it was over. She could finally breathe again.
When the announcer reached for Talyn, Talyn took his mic. Pulling the mask from his face, he spat out his fang guard. “I have an announcement to make.” His breathing ragged, he met Felicia’s gaze through the bars that separated them. “Tonight is a special anniversary. Two years ago, on this day, I met mu Ger Tarra Felicia. Not long after that, I made a promise to her that once I became a commander, I’d retire from the Ring. And with this, my last contracted fight, I’m keeping my word to her and surrendering my title.”
Felicia couldn’t breathe as tears blurred her vision. He’d really done it.
Unbelievable! No one walked away from a career like his.
No one. Except a male whose integrity meant more to him than titles. He’d given her his word that he would quit before they killed him.
And he’d kept it.
Tears choked her.
As soon as the cage walls went down, Talyn left the Ring and came straight to her seat.
Hesitating, he held his hand out to her… as if she would ever deny him anything.
Felicia threw herself into his arms and kissed him.
“I’m disgusting,” he said with a laugh.
“No. You’re beautiful. Even the gross sweat.” She nipped at his lips. “You didn’t have to do this.”
He cupped her face in his wrapped hands. “I have ulterior motives.”
“And those are?”
“I don’t want another night where I’m nursing bruises, instead of making love to you.”
She tsked playfully at him. “Then what will I do without those boo-boos to kiss?”
A devilish grin curved his lips. “Oh, I think I can come up with something else that needs your attention.”
Laughing, she pulled her hand from his face. As she opened her mouth to speak, he gasped, seeing the tattoo on her finger.
Talyn choked on the raw love he felt as he read the words she’d placed on her flesh. Forever Talyn’s.
She smiled up at him. “My anniversary present for you.”
Tears filled his eyes. “You know what this means?”
She nodded. “That I am, and will forever be, of the Winged Blood Clan Batur.”
“No. It means you have to keep me. There’s no getting rid of me now.”
“And I would have it no other way.” She kissed him then, knowing that while the rest of the universe might not recognize their unification, they didn’t need them to. They didn’t need the blessing of the Andarion courts or anyone else.
She was his and he was hers.
No one and nothing would ever again divide them.