Hearing that, she felt less bad about not telling him before. Bishop had known for weeks and had never said anything for the exact same reason. Being in love with Jace had been terrifying at first. In a way, it still was. This was all new to her. She had no idea what direction to take it in now, what the next move was. As unfamiliar as it was, though, she still felt...comfortable. Being in love with Jace felt exactly right. She'd been worried that things would be achingly awkward between them if she ever slipped up and said something. That didn't seem to be the case, though.
"I bet you would have." Bishop remembered the look of grim determenation that he'd worn when he'd burst through the door. She could only imagine what he'd have done to the people inside if she hadn't been there. As twisted as it was, that made her oddly smug. She'd never had someone to protect her before, someone who would go to any length to see that she was safe. That went both ways. She'd do anything necessary to make sure that no harm came to Jace.
Bishop had always based her ideas on love from her parent's relationship. They'd been so open and warm with each other. What she'd found was something more than that. The bond between her and Jace was so different, mostly because they lived in a different world. Trust, especially the kind of trust that they had, was impossible to find outside a tribe. Once they left this place, they would depend soley on each other, even more so than they did right then. Bishop didn't have a problem with that. In fact, she knew that she'd prefer it.
Sighing, she unwound herself from Jace and laid back against the pillows. It occured to her that while they were talking, the year must have changed. That was a nice thought. It made the change somewhat more signifigant. Still, this most recent emotional purge had gotten a little too deep. She loved him and he loved her. That was all that mattered. "I think this may be the best new year's day I've ever had."