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They shared silent gazes, soaked with profound sentiment.

Saba loved him so much, and now that the tide had turned, she hoped the love for her that he had inadvertently confessed was for a lifetime.

As the night wore on, fatigue began to sink in.

They begged off to sleep, and Zolan led Mak and Saba to a comfortable guest room where they could rest for the night.

He handed over a set of clothes. ‘Shiloh lent pajamas and a pair of sweats for Mak to change into the next day and a gown and lounge suit for Saba,’ he murmured.

Saba took the pile with a grin. ‘Sante, brother out of law.’

They shared a look, and Saba realized she was beginning to like him for Shiloh and their small family.

With a half smile and a bow, Zolan left them alone.

‘Fokk, I’m beat up,’ Mak growled as he sat on the bed, weariness and irritation at his lack of mobility welling up.

‘Let’s sleep, honey,’ Saba whispered as she helped him slip off his clothes and shoes. ‘Tomorrow will be a new day. You’ll feel better after some good rest.’

They didn’t take long to settle in.

Mak complained a little as he shifted on the mattress, growling as he tried to position himself for comfort around his injured arm.

Saba rearranged the pillows to make him comfortable, and in no time, his eyes drooped, lulled by painkillers and the weariness of the day.

Moments later, Saba slipped in beside him, spooning her sleeping man in her arms, thoughts swirling in her mind.

He hadn’t addressed his slip-up in saying he loved her to Zolan.

She hadn’t pushed either.

When he was ready, he’d say it to her.

For now, she was content.

Comforted by Mak’s steady breathing beside her and surrounded by a moment of stillness, she offered a silent prayer of gratitude for his life and love, as well as for being reunited with her sister.

As sleep claimed her, she found peace.

Chapter 36

MAK

The flight back toThe Sombrathe following day was silent.

Mak sat by Saba’s side, their fingers intertwined.

The void outside their port window blurred as they rested in the comfort of each other’s presence, sharing intimate glances and small smiles despite the throbbing of his injured arm.

Kaal, who was also with them, was focused on his comm tab and making quiet calls, ever vigilant in his role as Sauvage’s leading strongman.

‘We have Tewa in custody,’ he soon informed them. ‘He’ll be taken for a lengthy interrogation with my men before we repatriate him and his wife toThe Sombra’slock-up.’

The news left bitter ash in Mak’s mouth.

Turning to Saba, he caught her gaze fixed on the plane window, her lips pressed together.

Her family’s reality was getting to her heart, which broke his.