Malric's Pov

When the word "yes" left my lips, it wasn't strength that pushed it out, it was weakness.

A broken man trying to fix another broken soul.

Celia's breath trembled, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a moment, she just looked at me, like she was trying to memorize every inch of my face before the world took me away from her again.

"Say it again," she whispered, voice raw.

"Celia..."

"Please," she insisted, her tone both pleading and desperate. "Say it like you mean it."

I looked at her, at the woman I had once called my forever. The woman who had known every part of...