Page 480 of Black Reign

Loved.

Known.

No aliases.

No disguises.

No need to disappear.

My chest fills with something so enormous I still don't have a name for it.

Xavier comes up behind me and wraps both arms around my waist.

His chin rests on my hair.

“We did all right,” he murmurs.

I lean back against him.

“Our five-year-old may have just solved a problem Cambridge couldn't.”

“Minor concern.”

“He has a meeting with a semiconductor CEO next Tuesday.”

“Educational playdate.”

“He has a Swiss bank account.”

“Grandfather.”

“He asked me for root access to the house yesterday.”

Xavier pauses.

“What did you say?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“He got in anyway.”

My husband goes still.

I smile.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

“Who?”

“Your contribution.”

I turn inside his arms.

“You love it.”

“I do.”