He looked at me, a rare softness in his dark eyes.

“You have your justice, Mara.”

“Not yet,” I said.

I looked at Sterling.

“You are going to sign the transfer papers for this entire property,” I said.

“And the Moretti estate will take custody of every animal here.”

Sterling stared at me, his mouth open.

“You can’t do that,” he whispered.

“I can,” Dante said.

“Or I can leave you in the woods for Kroll’s men to find.”

Sterling’s resistance crumbled.

He reached for a pen on the desk with his uninjured hand.

I watched him sign the papers, my hands trembling slightly.

The weight of five years of hiding was finally lifting.

I looked out the window at the dark paddocks.

This place could be a sanctuary, a place where horses like Vesper could heal.

Dante stood beside me, his shoulder brushing mine.

“We will run this place together,” he said quietly.

“A new home for Vesper, and for you.”

I looked at Vesper, who stood calmly in the middle of the ruined office.

She had saved my life tonight, just as I had saved hers.