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Wrath’s wings offlame burned brightly against the twilight sky. We stood facing each other in the gardens of House Wrath near the statue that—I’d suspected, and finally had confirmed—represented a feared goddess Wrath had never allowed himself to forget. Our left hands were clasped together, palm to palm, our matchingSEMPER TVVStattoos lined up as if to remind us we’d given our hearts to each other forever.
The king of demons wore a suit of black, though he’d fastened an orange blossom to his lapel, a nod to the flowers I’d once again threaded into my unbound hair.
My pearl-colored gown was sleeveless, a beautiful silk edged with the most delicate lace, but the frosty cold never touched my skin. A fine perk of having a husband with such unusual wings. It felt as if a fireplace traveled with us, even during a storm.
Thankfully, the snow had stopped for our bonding ceremony, though dark clouds gathered overhead, a warning that the calm would not last.
Anir and Fauna stepped forward as our witnesses to the old gods, each holding one end of a vine with thorns. It was more twine than inflexible vine as they slowly wove it through our hands, then up around our wrists, tying us together, both literally and symbolically.
Once the knots were tested and tightened, our friends moved back. Fauna’s eyes misted, and Anir blinked furiously. The two sentimental fools had my own eyes tearing up.
Wrath waited to speak until my gaze met his. “When I first saw you again, I hated you.”
I burst out laughing and shook my head. “Ever the romantic one, dear husband. Just like the heroes in my favorite romance novels, you know precisely how to win the object of your affection over.”
“Now you know why he’s a demon of action, not words, Em,” Anir called out.
The demon’s lips twitched. “I hated you because in that moment, I remembered. Just as the witch said I would. For the first time in years, my memories of you came flooding back. Instead of recognition or relief, I sensed your fear, then your fury, and I’d realized the curse hadn’t been broken. That there was only a slight crack. I hated you because you’d become one of the very creatures who’d torn us apart. You’d adopted their ways. You despised me; I felt it each time you were near. I vowed to leave you to your own choices, to stand aside while you sorted through your own path, even if that meant you’d choose to be a Star Witch.”
A darkness crossed my husband’s features.
“When I’d met that human boy in the monastery, Antonio, I was prepared to leave you forever. But then you’d said my true name, and I wondered. Perhaps you did remember, somewhere deep inside. Perhaps there was something the curse hadn’t corrupted.” His expression shifted again as if this admission cost him. “I told you to never call me Samael again, not because you’d said my name, but because I did not want your witch family to use it against us. If they knew we’d found each other again, against all odds, I hated to think what they might do to tear us apart.”
“I’d wondered about that.”
“The curse kept me from saying certain things, as you know. Which ultimately gave us an opportunity to get to know each other all over again. We were both different in some ways. I wasn’t sure if we’d still fit as we used to. But little by little, you slipped inside.”
I smiled at that. “Once, when I’d found myself in your mind after the Viperidae attack, I felt your fear. I had the impression I was like a splinter, burrowing under your skin.”
“It did feel that way.” Wrath’s deep chuckle was unexpected and warm. “I’d wanted vengeance against Sursea, and I wanted my wings back more than anything.” His magnificent wings flapped to punctuate the point. “Somewhere along the way, I started to want something else more. You. I didn’t simply want your body. I wanted your heart. Your mind. I wanted a partner. A confidante. Someone to walk through hell with, and someone who could also show me heaven. Someone unafraid to challenge me, who called me on my shit. I wanted my equal. Fury.”
My attention shifted to the fiery wings that seemed to have grown in flame and in heat when he said my true name. “I’m still Fury, just with a little less fire.”
A secret smile touched his lips. “When a bond is fully accepted by both parties, we will share all things in life. I accept our bond. I give my heart, my soul, my power to thee.”
The vine on Wrath’s hand sank into his skin, the magic flashing like a star streaking across the universe. All I had to do was utter those same words, then we’d be bonded for eternity. This time it would be a choice made by each of us. No magic involved.
“I fell in love with you slowly, though I’d always found you frustratingly attractive.” Anir and Fauna both snickered at my admission. “Something I’m sure you sensed. When I’d come here and discovered the Sin Corridor and the subtle magic of this world, a glimmer of excitement flared to life inside me. I hadn’t been ready to admit it to myself, let alone to you, but I’d been grateful for a chance to finally act on feelings I’d been desperate to ignore.” I inhaled deeply. “It might have been cowardly, but I needed time to sort everything out. You never rushed me. Or tried to force my hand. I’d been falling for you, but I knew it was something special after I’d stabbed you.”
“Ever the romantic one, my love.” Wrath deadpanned, using my words from earlier.
“It was the first time we’d set boundaries. And it was important to me. I wanted to see how you’d react, if you’d ever repeat that action. You didn’t. Even when you had more information, even when you could see potential curves in the road I couldn’t, you never once overstepped again. You respected that boundary, respected an established rule between us, and I knew I would have a true partner, should I choose a relationship with you. Not an imperfect one, but someone who’d own his shit and not attempt to make up for it, but to put setting it right from there on out into actions. To show me I could trust you moving forward.”
“You both need to work on your declarations of love,” Anir said, not unkindly. Fauna elbowed him in the side, and he promptly closed his mouth.
“I love you, Samael. The good parts, the bad, and all the parts in between. Each messy piece—” Wrath raised a brow at the mention of “messy,” and I rolled my eyes. “I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day thereafter. I accept our bond. I give my heart, my soul, my power to thee.”
The vines on my hand flashed as brightly as they had for Wrath and settled under my skin. We both now bore one more tattoo—the vines with thorns would forever show we were tied together, more than just husband and wife. We were bonded soul to soul. Because we chose to be.
Wrath drew me close and kissed me deeply, then smiled against my lips. “Do you recall when I said we’d shareeverything?”
“I do.” My eyes narrowed as his grin widened. “What scheme are you working on now?”
He whispered something in an ancient tongue, one I couldn’t speak but knew was angelic. Once he’d finished his speech, he leaned in and whispered, “As above, so below. We are now truly balanced in all ways. My ice to your fire.”
“But I no longer—”
Wrath’s wings flared brilliantly, the fire burning hot enough to make the air around us shimmer from the heat. The gold and silver flecks in his wings pulsed, and I watched silently as they flickered in and out like stars. It was beautiful and—
