You lay on Zade's chest, thinking through everything that had happened in the past year-you moved into your Nana's old home, found out you had a stalker, solved a cold case murder, fell in love with said stalker, and got kidnapped and sold. Then, of course, Zade became a hero-not that he wasn't already one to you-and saved you before you went bat shit crazy in an abandoned train. The recovery after everything was hard-hell, you were delirious for three months. But after a few therapy sessions and such, you were back to normal-well, as normal as you could get. So here you are now-not at Francesca's. God did you hate that place. You inhaled Zade's calming scent-he smelled like roses and leather. As you move to his stomach, you look up and notice a rose carved above his heart. "Zade...what's that for?" "I fucking hated myself for losing you. For basically handing you to Francesca. I still do. I've told you before, mouse, that I don't hide from my failures. This is one of my failures. I've never hid. I'm not going to start now."