Those who deserved to die had died—including me.

Those who deserved to be freed had been freed—including Eleanor.

Life had untangled the mess I’d caused and I’d never been so fucking grateful.

“You look amazing,” Cal murmured as Arbi relinquished Jess to him the moment she was close enough.

She smiled as her eyes glowed with affection. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Throwing me a glance, she added, “You either, Sullivan.”

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes from where the sand kissed jungle, desperate for Eleanor to appear and begin her journey toward me. Two men caught my attention in the distance, alert and ready to protect, patrolling my shores.

Radcliffe and his team from Quietus had traded in their murder-for-hire and accepted new positions as my security team on Batari, Monyet, and Serigala, protecting the people and animals I held most dear. The team who’d failed to shield my scientists on Monyet—when Drake stole elixir—had been dealt with, the families of the guards who’d died in my employee had been heavily compensated, and I’d paid off Google Earth to obscure my archipelago, so no other man like my brother could spy on my islands and drop a bomb of destruction.

I’d done what I could to protect me and mine, and it helped knowing Quietus had my back.

Jess whispered, “You should see her, Cal. Wow.”

My skin instantly puckered with goosebumps. Impatience flared through me. Pressure filled my stomach and lust thickened my cock.

I hadn’t even seen her yet and I already wanted to tear off whatever she was wearing and consummate.

Licking her lips, Jess spoke to me, almost mocking in her smug laugh, “If you manage to stay standing when you see her, Sullivan. I’ll be beyond impressed.”

My heart switched its heavy chug for a possessive gallop.

Come on, Jinx.

I miss you.

“Shit, she’s here,” Cal muttered under his breath, wedging his elbow into my side, pointing at the beach farther down.

My gaze instantly searched for her, but at the last second, I squeezed them shut.

I closed them because I needed fucking strength.

If I looked before I’d locked my knees and braced against my cane, I would do exactly what Jess predicted and fall into the shallows the moment I set eyes on my soon-to-be wife.

“Fuck, sir. You’re screwed for the rest of your life,” Cal snickered.

Gritting my teeth, I looked up.

I tracked to the shoreline where Eleanor had appeared and all my fight to stay standing abandoned me.

Fuck.

Just…fuck.

Her grey gaze caught mine, holding me upright even as my legs threatened to buckle. I swayed and clung to my cane, dropping the hand holding Pika to double fist the carved handle.

Pika squeaked and flew around my head but he was insignificant.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off the fucking gorgeous creature coming toward me. The girl I’d purchased. The goddess I’d fallen for. The woman I would spend the rest of my godforsaken life worshipping.

Her hair had been left loose—that glorious, aphrodisiacal hair glistening and tumbling around her naked shoulders. Skittles fluttered beside her, a green jewel glinting in the sun, hinting that Eleanor’s beauty wasn’t just outward but to her very core.

She’d gained the trust of a shy bird all by being her. She’d stolen my pet of fourteen years because of her empathy. And she’d ripped out my heart just by fucking existing.

She was wrong that it was something at first sight with us.

It wasn’t something.

It was love.

Pure, buckling, brutalising love.

I’d just been too shit-terrified to admit it.

Almost as if Jaya knew our story, she’d rejected the traditional white pomp and overly beaded gown, leaving Eleanor almost naked in refinement.

Her gown was sleeveless in the same soft simple linen as my suit. It clung to her body, revealing sensual curves and barely hiding the shadows of her nipples beneath. The tightness flared from her hips, falling in swathes of uncoloured, untampered fabric.

It mimicked the colour of the silver-golden sand she padded barefoot over, a diamond anklet glinting around her leg, the train of linen leaving a sweeping path behind her.

Parts of the skirt had been torn and left dangling in a way that hinted at a girl shipwrecked on my shores, gowned in the sails of her broken chariot, island bound and all mine to plunder.

“Breathe, man.” Cal chuckled as I stumbled.

Opening my mouth, I sucked in fragrant orchid air and the salty tang of my sea.

And I couldn’t fucking wait.

Why was it tradition for the bride to walk to the groom?

Why was I forbidden from meeting her on her journey and interrupting her path because that’s exactly what had happened in life. Our paths had collided, entwined, and changed course.

The architecture of romance and finding your perfect mate didn’t follow fucking rules, so why should I?

Digging my cane for purchase, I strode to claim my goddess.

Chapter Forty-Four

PAIN.

Delicious, consuming body-clenching, heart-suffocating pain.

I drowned in it. I succumbed to it. I would feel such pain for the rest of my life simply by looking at this man who was almost mine.

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