Azrael's golden gaze was warm. "As do I."
Selene's smile was wicked. "I think we all do."
I laughed, bright and genuine, and pulled them closer—all of them, my family, my home, my everything.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The day that followed was a blur of pleasure and laughter and love. They took me in every room, on every surface, in every position we could imagine. They fed me by hand—sweet fruits and rich chocolates and champagne that tasted like starlight. They held me when I cried from the overwhelming intensity of it all, and they kissed away my tears and promised me forever.
And when night fell again, they gathered me into their arms and carried me back to the bed—our bed, the heart of our home—and made love to me until I couldn't remember my own name. Until all I knew wasthem.
I fell asleep surrounded by their warmth, their love, their unwavering devotion.
The ring on my finger glowed softly in the darkness—a symbol of the oath we'd sworn, the bond we'd forged, the family we'd become.
I was Lizzie Saltz. Chaos agent. Accidental mafia queen. Beloved of a vampire, a werewolf, a demon, and a witch.
And I was exactly where I belonged.
Ours, the bond whispered, pulsing with four distinct signatures—silver and amber and gold and emerald.
Always ours.
I smiled and let sleep claim me, safe in the arms of my family.
Forever.
