She pulled her wet face away and stared searchingly into his eyes. “You're sure?”
“I love you. Why wouldn't I be?”
Her eyes flew to the place on the water where the white moth had drowned, where Victor's ashes had mingled with it. “Because of who I am. I’ll never turn my back on it. I'm a Lazar, Seth.”
He took her face in his hands. “I love who you are,” he said, dropping soft, reverent kisses, on her cheek, her forehead, her jaw, her lips. “I want to celebrate it, and protect you and adore you. What you are is beautiful, Raine. There's no one else like you in the whole world.”
The world softened and widened as she gazed into his eyes. The final glow of sunset rippled over the surface of the water. A golden eagle swooped over their heads. Then another, a mated pair. The muted whoosh, the shadow of their vast wingspans was a solemn benediction. Another moment of grace. Life had more of them than she had thought. They would spend the rest of their lives making those moments together, and rejoicing in them.
Seth's eyes were full of love and cautious hope. There was a fine tremor in the big, strong hands that cupped her face so tenderly. “So? he asked. “Will you marry me?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart bursting with a joy too big to contain. “In a heartbeat,” she whispered.