I pushed off the rail and tugged him toward the bridge that spanned the Sidra - the bridge to take us home. Let the debate over who’d give the most in this war rest for now. “Walk with me - through the Rainbow.” The glittering, colorful jewel of the city, the beating heart that housed the artists’ quarter. Vibrant and thrumming at this hour of the night.
I linked arms with him before saying, “You and this city helped wake me up - helped me bring me back to life.” His eyes flickered as I smiled up at him. “I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything.”
He only kissed the top of my head, tugging me closer as we crossed the Sidra under the starry sky.