The white light in the room faded, and Ezra lay trembling. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he smiled. Carefully Segreti pulled out of him but remained where he lay.
“What’s this?” Segreti asked, his quiet voice laced with concern.
“We are connected.” Ezra brushed his lips over Segreti’s. “My power may not flow through you, but my Soldati strength will always be with you.”
Segreti peppered sweet kisses around Ezra’s face and jaw. “What does that mean?”
“Should you need it, you can draw strength from me. No one will ever hurt you again, my love.”
Segreti seemed to consider this. “Will I know if your life is in peril?”
“Yes. Just as I will know if yours is as well.”
Segreti shook his head, awe in his expression as he ran a hand over Ezra’s head. “We are one.” The words came almost reverently. “You’re my mate.”
“And you’re mine.” Ezra kissed him, letting the love he felt in his heart overflow. This was where he belonged, right here in his Orso—no, Soldati general’s arms. As they lay facing each other, caressing skin, delivering sweet kisses, and murmuring promises, Ezra didn’t need the Eye to see he’d found his true love.