Some storms you run from. Others, you stand still and let them tear you open. Thorri had finally found the one worth staying for.

They didn’t kiss. Not then. But Thorri reached over and laced their fingers through his, and Jax held on like he’d been drowning for years.

“Don’t make me regret it,” Thorri whispered.

“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft.

Jax’s grin faded into something quieter, rarer. “I don’t plan on it.”