She looks up at him, smiling faintly. Her eyes are clear, focused on his, holding his gaze squarely. She makes no move to pull away; she lets out a contented sigh, and turns her face to rest her cheek against his collarbone.

There's so much that's different about the two of them. There's so much about him that's unpredictable. Dangerous. Difficult.

But she's never felt more safe than she does in this moment, in this spot. In his arms.