Page 76 of Onyx
“Onyx,” I whisper, voice shaking.
He turns to me, his eyes bright, and finally I understand the late nights. The distance. The secrets.
“It’s not exactly the same,” he says carefully. “Rock had a copy of the original plans. My old man helped your granddad build it back in the day. Figured we could get close.”
Tears blur my vision. “You… you rebuilt it?”
He nods, a little shy now. “With the guys. It took a while. Didn’t want you to see it half-done.”
I slide off the bike on unsteady legs and turn to face him fully. “You did this with your own hands.”
“Like your grandfather did,” he says quietly.
The truth of it hits me square in the chest. This isn’t just a cabin. It’s a promise. An answer to every fear I didn’t say out loud.
“It won’t be the same,” he adds. “I know that. But maybe… maybe we can build new memories here.”
I laugh through my tears and step into him, pressing my forehead to his chest. “You were acting strange for weeks and this is why?”
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me carefully. “Worth it?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “God, yes.”
“We’ll still live at the clubhouse,” he says. “This is just… ours. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere you can breathe. Maybe somewhere we can escape when we want some alone time.”
I pull back enough to look at him, really look at him. “Thank you.”
He kisses me then. It’s slow and tender, like he’s got all the time in the world. Like he’s not going anywhere.
He takes my hand and leads me up the steps.
Inside, the cabin smells like fresh wood and varnish, sunlight and possibility. The layout mirrors what I remember. The open living space, the small kitchen, the bedrooms tucked away at the back. I run my fingers along the counter, along the window frame, grounding myself in the reality of it. The curtains even look like the ones my grandmother made all those years ago.
Onyx sees me looking and says, “That was Silver, she managed to track down the original fabric.”
I’m touched. Maybe Queenie was right to give her a second chance despite everything she’d done.
“It feels right,” I whisper.
He watches me with an expression I can’t quite name. Pride, maybe. Or relief.
I turn to him. “You didn’t just rebuild a cabin. You rebuilt a piece of me.”
His thumb brushes my cheek. “You were never broken.”
I smile at him, my heart full, and pull him down into another kiss.
And for the first time in a long while, the future feels solid beneath my feet.
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