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“You are my heart,” she answers.
I remain on bended knee and ask her in front of witnesses what all Hyrrokin ask their mates, “Lorelei Hastings,” I loudly proclaim. “I declare today in front of these witnesses and in front of all the multigods that you are not only my best friend, but the female I want to spend the rest of my days with. You are humble, honorable and hard-working and I love you more than life itself. Will you do me the honor of becoming my Bound? Will you remain at Westmore with me and work there by my side, restoring the monastery and communing with the gods? Will you continue to bear my offspring and become the mother of future Firestones?”
Her blue eyes shine bright and she grabs my claw and raises her voice for the crowd to hear, “Cabal Firestone, I am lucky to have found a male who loves me exactly as I am and who treats me with respect. I love you more than life itself and I thank the gods for bringing you into my life. I ask you in return…will you do me the honor of becoming my husband and the father of my offspring?”
“Yes. Always yes.” I stand and sweep her into my arms and kiss her thoroughly in front of everyone, so they know she is mine and I am hers and that I am taking her home. Today.
The assembled nuns and guards clap and cheer for us. There are even a few whistles of encouragement.
Head Nun Underwood cracks a smile.
I sweep Lorelei Firestone into my arms and carry her out of the nunnery.
As we enter the hovercraft to leave, I shake the claw of the Creekan who helped me and I try to introduce him to my Bound. “Thank you…uh…uh…” Guilt washes through me as I realize I never once asked this male’s name.
He grins and slaps me on the shoulder. “Trax,” he answers. “My name is Trax. And I was happy to help. I wish you both well.”
And then I take my bound back to our monastery and I worship her body.
Again and again.
Until days turn into time.
Epilogue
Lorelei
Three years later…
I love watching Cabal pick vegetables in the garden. A big, strong Hyrrokin male in a plain priest robe, with our baby girl strapped to his chest. Our toddler son follows behind, pulling out weeds. They chatter together and I can overhear Cabal’s response to our son’s questions:
“Daddy, which god is your favorite?”
“Daddy, breathe fire again.”
“Daddy, why is your tail so sharp?”
“Why doesn’t mommy have a tail like we do?”
I never tire hearing the sound of my husband’s sexy voice as he talks with our children, or well, to anyone.
I pause and stretch my back, wiping sweat off my brow. It’s the middle of summer and I’m heavily pregnant with our third child. I blame this on my husband’s obsession with filling me with his seed. Not that this bothers me, it’s just that maybe next time I might want a break between pregnancies? At least the monastery has been upgraded with emergency communication equipment and there’s a medical hovercraft that can air lift me to the nearest med lab for the birth. And the Gravians have amazing pain killers. I’m truly lucky.
I look up at the sound of workers stomping on our roof and smile and wave at them. The entire monastery is receiving a new tile roof. The crumbling walls were replaced last summer. Next year all the retaining walls will be replaced and the restoration of the murals on the ceilings and walls will begin. All of this is because Cabal started a one-priest viral campaign to bring notice to the plight of this monastery and now Westmore has an official patron god.
And I am a nun now, with the tattoos to prove it, and my placement is here, at the monastery. The number of pilgrims we receive is staggering. My hymnals have become so famous the Cardinal arrived to hear me sing! We’ve had to recruit a team of trainees to help with all the extra work.
“Lorelei,” Cabal breathes against my ear.
I jump and giggle in his arms. I love it when he surprises me like that.
“It’s nap time,” he reminds me with his claws on my hips.
Oooh.
I grab the baby from his arms and waddle upstairs. The two of us work together to get both of our children down for their afternoon nap. As soon as we’ve fed and changed them and they’re both dozing off, we sneak to our own room.
Cabal kicks our door closed and locks it behind him, making sure we have privacy. He immediately removes his robe and them proceeds to take mine off too. My boobs are huge right now, and so is my belly, but he doesn’t mind in the least. “I love fucking you when you’re pregnant,” he rasps.
