Devil's Nuptials: A Dark Mafia Romance by K.C. Crowne

Author:K.C. Crowne [Crowne, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Mariya

The morning is crisp, and there is a chill in the air that seems to mirror the cold dread settling in my belly. As we approach the train station, the bustle of the city swirls around us, oblivious to the silent drama unfolding in Damien's sleek car. I grip my bag tight as if it were a lifeline to the world I'm leaving behind, even if it's temporary.

Damien's presence beside me is a fortress of warmth, his hand finding mine, his touch grounding. We walk in unison, the clamor of the station growing louder as we near the platform. He leans in, his breath a whisper against my ear, giving me the details of the contact awaiting in Helsinki. "The password is Northern Lights," he says," and the response is 'only when the sky sings.'"

The words sound like a secret spell, a promise of safety, but they do nothing to alleviate the ache in my chest. Our pace slows as we reach the platform, and it’s as if I can actually feel every second ticking by, each one a step closer to our separation.

When it's time to board, the world seems to pause, the sounds of announcements and the chatter of passengers fading into a hushed backdrop. Damien pulls me close. Our lips meet, and in that kiss is everything—fear, longing, a silent plea for return. I hold onto him like he's my anchor, my heart aching at the thought of pulling away.

As I step back, his eyes lock onto mine, a storm of emotions swirling within their green depths. "Be safe," he murmurs, and in those two words, I hear everything he can't say out loud.

I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat, and step onto the train. Finding a seat, I press my hand to the window, watching him stand there. The train lurches forward, and as the distance grows, our connection feels like a thread stretching, taut, and precious.

The train begins to head out, pulling me away from the life I've come to know, and my gaze lingers on the landscape scrolling past my window. With each passing mile, I replay our last kiss in my mind, cling to the sound of his voice, and hope that the skies over Helsinki will sing soon. As the train picks up speed, I glance once more toward the platform, toward my husband standing amongst the crowd. There's a warmth in his smile that reaches across the distance and wraps around me like a blanket. He raises a hand to his heart, a silent message that's loud and clear in its simplicity, "You're here, with me."

The city's stern architecture gives way to the sprawling countryside, where the early morning mist clings to the ground like a shroud. Thoughts of my sister, Helena, weave their way through my mind, mingling with worry and hope. I pray she's safe, that the wound was as minor as they said, and that she's recovering, surrounded by caregivers.

My thoughts drift back to Damien, the man who's come to mean so much to me in such a short time.

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