Kit Black (8 page)
Epilogue
I write these words on a fine ship heading for France. My stomach is queasy, because I am expecting our third child. My husband is at the helm, teaching our son, Yves, how to steer. I am happy, happier than I ever thought a girl like me could ever be. Armand's love and the love of our children is all that I will ever need.
Armand allows Yves to take over and walks to me. He smiles at me, the same smile that I fell in love with so many years ago that morning in Ajaccio when I exchanged my “sister” for a pair of boots and a sword. He is exactly as he was then, give or take a few scars, far too beautiful for a mere mortal.
“
Mon
,” he whispers to me, fierce love in his green eyes.
“Toujours.”
I entangle my fingers with his. “Always. Yoursâ¦always.”
The End