Font Size:  

“We find the Bonecrusher again and we take her down. I pledge myself to Aeval’s court. We find the next spirit seal and you two give it to Queen Asteria because once they find out I’m switching sides . . .” I bit my lip, not wanting to think of the daunting tasks that lay in wait for us.

Just then, a tap on the French doors caught our attention. It was Trillian, along with Smoky and Morio. They were dressed, looking quite dapper, actually—more so than usual. Morio and Smoky stood to the side while Trillian walked over to my chair and knelt in front of me on one knee.

“Call me old-fashioned,” he said, “but I still think the man should be the one to propose. So, Camille, will you marry me and let me join with you, Morio, and Smoky in the Soul Symbiont ritual?”

I stared at him. In the midst of chaos came a glimmer of hope. In the midst of sorrow a glimmer of joy. I clasped his hands and nodded. “Of course, Trillian. You’re my first love, my alpha love. I can’t imagine life without you.”

“You deserve a wedding fit for a queen. And we’ll have one—with all of your family and friends. I’m only getting married this once—I want it to be special.” He pulled me to my feet.

I glanced back at my sisters. “I’m going back to bed.” They nodded, Menolly grinning like a banshee.

As the four of us headed back to my bedroom—to our bedroom—this time to sleep and dream, I shivered as I remembered their hands on my skin, their lips against my lips, their bodies pressed against mine. And I realized that I wanted to make them as happy as they made me. Because that’s really what made life worthwhile—the giving of pleasure and joy and happiness to those we called our loves.

For whether we pledged ourselves to one person or to four, whether we were drawn to men or women or both, whether we walked the path of the priestess or the path of a witch or a bookstore owner, life without passion was no life at all.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like