Chapter 11 - MINE TO KEEP
The night air on the penthouse balcony was crisp and cool, carrying the distant, muted hum of the city lights below them like a carpet of fallen stars.
Norah stood leaning back against Rowan’s broad chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around her waist, holding her flush against him as they looked out over the skyline they had conquered together. A flawless, multi-carat diamond ring caught the moonlight on her left hand, glittering brilliantly against her skin—a permanent, undeniable symbol of a claim that could never be broken.
Rowan rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her temple.
"Still want that drink with the corporate lawyer?" he murmured into her hair, a trace of his old, dangerous possessiveness playfully threading his gravelly voice.
Norah smiled into the cool night air, turning around in his arms to wrap her hands around his neck, pulling him down toward her.
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"No," she whispered softly against his lips, her eyes shining with absolute devotion. "I prefer bourbon."
Rowan captured her lips in a deep, fierce, and utterly devoted kiss, sealing the ledger of their past in a future built entirely on loyalty, fire, and love that nothing in the underworld could ever touch again.
