Garret.
Behind him came Raynah and baby Breah, Timber and Wreck, King and Katrina, Reed and Sasha, Cash and Harley, Tawk and Tammy. And behind them came the blue dragon himself, Damon Daye and his mate Clara.
The restaurant was flooded with people, and joy, and greetings. Pamela and two other hosts sat tables and started a waiting list when the restaurant was filled. Crystal and four other servers bustled around with bright smiles and glowing eyes because yes, she and Dylan were growing the Wolf Mask Crew. They had drawn four new members since they had claimed this territory, and they were building the same family feel that Dylan had learned in Wreck’s Mountains.
“Look,” Dylan said, pointing to the front door.
Grit stood there, looking around the restaurant, in this territory for the first time since Grave and Leech had killed Bron, and nearly ended his life, right here, in the Rabbit Hole.
His gaze landed on Dylan, and he nodded with respect before he made his way into the room with the bar.
“I better get to work,” Roxy said softly to the man who held her heart.
“Hey,” Dylan murmured, pulling her back. “We’re really doing this.”
“This good life stuff?”
“Look around, Wolf Mask. Look at all of these people who travelled here, and showed up for us. You aren’t alone anymore. You never will be again. You have people.”
Roxy pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Thanks for making me safe,” she said, repeating her words from those months ago.
He leaned down and kissed her again. As she made her way to the bar room, he called from behind her. “Always.”
Roxy smiled to herself.
Truth.
