Saven Defiance (The Saven Series Book 4) by Siobhan Davis Page A

As I would for you.”
    “We’re a right pair.” I grace him with a small smile.
    “I can’t bring myself to regret the actions that brought you to me. You have been the very best part of my life.”
    “Stop that, Logan,” I interrupt quickly. “ Stop talking like we are done for. Like this is the end. We are getting out of here. I don’t know how, but this is not how our story ends.” Perhaps it’s wishful thinking or it’s the surge of contentment I always feel in his presence playing tricks with my mind, but I refuse to accept that this is the point where we leave this world.
    “I hope you’re right.”
    Me, too.
    He turns introspective again. “I’m sickened that Griselda dishonored you like that. If we get out of here, I’m going to make sure she pays, someway, for what she has done to you. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He caresses the tops of my fingers, and it’s amazing how far reaching his touch is. Even in this confined, bitterly cold space, he heats the very heart of me.
    “At least there is one positive we can take from all this.” He quirks a brow. “We were always meant to be together. ”
    “I knew that already, Angel. You will always be the only one for me.” He reaches up and kisses my fingertips. I wish I could yank him into this cell with me and hold him in my arms.
    “I saw our future,” I tentatively tell him.
    “ You did?” His eyes pop wide. “What did you see?” Excitement and longing wash over his face, and I figure he could use the distraction. We both could.
    “We were older, married, and living in the palace in Saven. We had two sons—” I stop at the sound of Logan’s spluttering, choking cough.
    “ We have children … you saw them?” Incredulity shines at the back of his eyes.
    I nod. “ Yes. They looked like you.” I smile at the memory. “And our older son, Nyx, was in love with Win and Dali’s eldest daughter.”
    If his eyes grow any wider, they’ll burst right out of his head. “I wish I could’ve seen it,” he says in a soft voice. The guards lift their heads, reviewing us with a hefty dose of suspicion.
    “ I also saw the signing of the Intergalactic Peace Treaty. You did it, Logan. You brought peace to the galaxy.” I hope my pride shows on my face.
    Newfound determination glimmers in his eyes . “I want that future. I want to oversee long-lasting peace in the galaxy. I want to live that life with you.”
    “I want that too, Logan. But you have to understand that the future has already been irrevocably changed. I don’t know if any of that is even possible now, or exactly what lies in store for us. Griselda has already messed everything up.”
    He presses his body into the steel bar separating us. “We’re together now and always. That’s all that matters.” I move closer, ignoring the jab of the cold metal as it digs into my flesh through my clothes. Our bodies are lined up, and I wish I could rip the steel bar away so there is nothing separating us. We join hands through the grated gaps as we stare intently at one another.
    Words are redundant. Our emotions and feelings waft between us, strengthening our love and building our resolve. We both believe in the possibility of a forever, and in this moment, we cling to that assertion as if it’s the air we need to breathe.
    “Cut that out,” a gruff voice says from the corridor. We ignore the guard, our gazes still riveted on one another like heat-seeking missiles.
    “You gross me out,” he says, entering Logan’s cell. It’s the same guard who attended to Evana earlier. Yanking Logan up by the shoulders, he snatches him away from the bar, tossing him roughly onto the floor. “She killed your father, yet you look at her like she’s the only thing that matters in the universe. You’re a sick fuck.” He kicks Logan hard in the stomach, repeatedly, and I scream. Logan doesn’t utter a word as he curls into a ball and hugs his knees to his chest. His eyes are clamped shut. If