Steele pulls Wren in under his arm, keeping her close to his body. This all feels like a dream, to actually have Wren as his own. To finally get his feelings off his chest he didn't know how heavily it sat on him, he didn't realize how much space it took up in his mind. He can’t help but look at Easton’s body on the ground. He has a sudden feeling that maybe he was the one that died and maybe he is living out his fantasy in death. If that is true, then he will happily play this out forever. In life or death all he wanted was to have her.
"For that answer, it isn't quite as simple. Anything to do with my future I will have to ask my partner…"
Steele looks at Wren without skipping a beat.
"...What do you think baby girl?"
Steele has been joking until this point, but as he asks the last q
