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“Yes,” Zane thrusts his hand out. “The sooner the better.”
“Hey.” I shove his arm. “Be a little less eager to divorce me. I’m a catch.”
“I’ve caught you enough for a lifetime.” He wiggles his fingers at Mel. “Make with the magic and break this bond so I can go back to living in peace.”
A week had passed since Bryant tried to kill me, and Zane had caught me before I plummeted to my doom. He had clung to the side of the cliff with one hand, keeping us both from the crashing waves below, until the guys arrived to pull us up.
Rodney had not been so lucky. His body had washed up on shore the following morning. We buried him in the graveyard behind the sheriff’s station to honor his sacrifice.
Bryant’s body we burned. There would be no third chance for him to return, and our coven danced on the ashes left from his pyre, grinding them into the sand.
Zane had been welcomed into our fold as a hero, but as the days passed, the bond got on both of our nerves.
So after Mel and Aspen helped me perform the spell to break vampires free from their chains to darkness, we returned to our house to break one more chain.
Zane and I now stand in the kitchen, a candle lit on the table and a vampire marriage to do away with.
Mel hovers the slender dagger over Zane’s hand. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“Just do it already!” Tris yells from the stairs. “I love you, Zane, but you need to go. There’s only room for one vampire in this pentagouple!”
Zane’s lips twitch. “I’m sure.”
“You’re no fun,” Mel sighs. “You could have given me drama for weeks.”
“Don’t you have enough drama?” Haut drawls from the kitchen doorway. “Or were you not making out with Aspen at the bonfire?”
Mel’s cheeks turn red. “There was alcohol involved, so it doesn’t count.”
“Or in the alley next to the pizza parlor.” When Mel’s glare shoots to Owen, he shrugs. “It’s right across from my office.”
“And what about in the garden two days ago?” Ros’s scratchy voice comes from the living room where he reclines on the couch.
Contrary to Zane’s fear, when Ros woke up, he didn’t instantly try to kill Zane, but that might be more a lack of strength than desire, and Ros is getting stronger every day.
For now, the couch is Ros’s second favorite spot to recline while he continues to heal. His first favorite spot is the covered porch, which is how he caught Mel and Aspen playing tonsil hockey.
“Or in his car in the driveway earlier today.” I had been both horrified and delighted to catch them going at it in the front seat. “His fancy sports car needs darker windows if you’re going to let him put his hand—”
“Get over here,” she hisses, brandishing her blade.
I eye the sharp instrument as I shuffle closer. “Tell me again why we can’t use a finger stick? We only need enough to fill a thimble, right?”
She glares at me. “Just shut up and let me cut you two so we can get on to the main event.”
Zane and I hold our hands out, and she knicks our ring fingers, which apparently have magical meaning and aren’t just for wedding bands.
Blood pools on the tip of my finger, and I position it over the tiny thimble she holds out. It takes longer than expected for it to fill to the brim, and longer still for Mel to drip the contents into the candle’s flame one drop at a time as she murmurs the spell to unbind us.
Acrid smoke fills the kitchen, and Owen cracks open the window, letting cool air slip inside, bringing with it the sound of the celebration happening down at the beach.
I look at Zane and grin as the bond between us dims. “Smells like divorce.”
He grins back. “It’s a pleasure to be out of your head.”
“Shut up.” I narrow my eyes at him. “My head is delightful.”
“You tell him, sparky.” Tris bounces into the kitchen.
