Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chosen
As Liora’s footsteps faded down the infirmary hall, silence bloomed thick between them.
Tristan turned his head on the pillow, eyes searching Evandra’s face. She hadn’t let go of his hand, and now he squeezed, rough calluses dragging against her softer skin.
“I almost lost you,” he murmured, voice ragged, heavy with everything he hadn’t said. “If you hadn’t pulled me back… I would have let go.”
Her breath hitched, and she shook her head fiercely. “Don’t you dare say that. You don’t get to leave me, Tristan. Not now.”
Something in him cracked wide open at the fire in her eyes. Without another thought, he lifted a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her down. His mouth claimed hers, a kiss both desperate and consuming, pouring out the fear of loss an
