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“You are now bound to it, as I was. You wrote in it, and the story came to be. And I know the demon King wants it.”
A new wave of distress washes through him, and he’s exhausted by the idea of losing me again when he heads back to his realm. As I stroke his cheek, I know it because I feel it too.
Nevertheless, Varzig is stubborn, and he shakes his head with a glower.
“No, no,” he insisted. “That can’t be. I won’t let it be.”
I hold his head in both my hands. He raises his massive and incredible hands and holds my wrists as I stare into him. Suddenly, I know what I want, a desire that has been scratching at the door of my subconscious ever since this demon came to Protheka.
But it’s only now that I’m ready to face it all.
“I will come with you,” I said, excitement making my voice hoarse. “I can’t be without you, Varzig. That I know is true.”
His eyes dwindle away from me, the look of distress remaining. I frowned as I dipped my head downward to meet his downcast eyes, speaking with an affectionate confusion.
“What’s wrong? Tell me, my love.”
“Humans are not allowed on the demon’s floating isle … not unless you are a slave or my mate.”
In the past, the idea of having the only life I know taken from me would push me away, settling back into what I know, what is comforting. But since feeling the snug embrace of death, I’m renewed and do not want to miss a single moment of the bliss that Varzig has to give me.
I raise my mouth and kiss each of his cheeks. He remains depressed, looking away from me, so I raise his head once more, which is as heavy as his heart.
“Well, perhaps you should pick one,” I said softly. “Pick one, and I will go with you.”
He gives me the most gorgeous look of compassion I have ever seen, and his mouth begins to curl upward with happiness.
“You’re serious?” He said, not quite a question, but not quite a proclamation.
I nodded, feeling more energetic than I have in years.
“Either way, I will be with you. That is all that matters to me now.”
He brings a hand to my hair and runs each of his fingers through the loose strands. I close my eyes, losing myself in the affectionate touch that I know will thrill me for the rest of my existence.
His voice is breathy, sensual, low, and romantic when he speaks.
“Tessa, I would much rather have you as my mate when I return home. If that is something you think you would like.”
We both smile at the identical moment as our hearts become one. I roughly pull his face to me, capturing his mouth, explosions going off inside of me like planets colliding. He tastes spectacular, just as I remember … pine, sage, and rose.
I rise up and sit on the side of the bed, feeling frantic for him, opening my legs so he can pull me closer to his pulsing body. He growled as his mouth opened to taste me, and I groaned, feeling his strong hands curl under my thighs and yank me to him.
“Mmm, Varzig,” I moaned.
But he pulls away from me, grinning ear to ear, panting just as I am.
“I take that as yes,” he whispered, amused. “But we should first tell your parents before we lose ourselves here.”
I’d almost forgotten that I had magically risen from the dead and that my parents were likely in the other room, distraught beyond belief. I chuckled and pulled my dress back down to my knees as Varzig rose to his feet, adjusting his own pants to conceal his arousal.
We laugh together as we get our bearings and then return to the main living room, hand, and hand.
My parents are beside themselves with relief and love. I nearly lose my breath between their embraces, their sobs of happiness, and the tight strength of their support.
“We are so sorry, Tessa,” my mother says, her tears and snot staining the top of my dress. “We didn’t mean what we said to you. Varzig saved us all!”
My father cried too, which wasn’t something I have been accustomed to. The old Tessa, perhaps, would have had a hard time forgiving them. I can hold grudges until it causes my own soul to decay.
