*Seth*
I run my fingers over her skin just below her ribs. She shouldn’t have a scar.
“It was definitely silver,” I say softly. “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
She shakes her head. “Only when I move. It’s like the cut itself is healed, but the muscle around it is not.
“That makes sense,” I tell her and kiss her. “Sage did so well. She held on so long to try to protect you.”
Molly nods and steps forward, wrapping her arms around me tightly. She’s done it so many times, but for some reason, it reminds me of the day we met and we stood out on the balcony. Maybe it’s because we both feel so vulnerable again. Whatever the reason, I happily wrap my arms around her.
“Altair saved me,” she says quietly.
“No,” I tell her, realizing that she doesn’t actually know the truth. “Y
