Chapter 46: This godlike act annuls thy doom, the death thou shouldst have died[.] – XII, 427-428
Rhys’ first trip to Paris, and it’s during Armageddon.
Go figure.
The Manor is still in shambles: the front doors are hanging off their hinges, the wood splintered; the floors are covered in shards of porcelain, smoking rags and mounds of ash; even the staircase looks too messed up to hold anyone’s weight anymore.
But none of that matters. Nothing matters except who Rhys sees when they enter the dungeons.
Sawyer practically runs into his arms. They end up on the floor, anyway; kissing before they’re even fully stable.
He finds himself thinking that he’d go through everything he’d gone through tonight – every day of his life until now – all over again, forever, if it means he gets to come home to Sawyer.
Even more heartening is that Sawyer seems to feel the exact same way.