Vulcan I fell out of the sky and into her life broken. She should have sent me away. Instead, she gave me a bed, put her hands on my wounds, and looked at me like I wasn’t something to be used and discarded. I’ve spent my life making weapons for gods who never saw me as a man. I know what I am—and what will happen when they come looking for me. I should leave before I destroy everything she’s built. But every day under her roof, fixing her machines, working her land, sitting at her table… I start to want something I’ve never had before. A place to stay. And her. Kehlani I don’t have time for a fallen god. My farm is barely holding together, my family’s depending on me, and the last thing I need is a massive, wounded stranger who comes with enemies I don’t understand. But he’s in my house now. And every day he stays, he fixes something—my equipment, my land… pieces of my life I thought were beyond saving. He’s quiet. Careful. Gentle in a way a man that powerful shouldn’t be. And I’m starting to forget that he can’t stay. Because whatever he ran from is coming for him. And when it does, I’ll have to choose—protect the life I’ve fought to keep, or the man who’s starting to feel like home.