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“I’m your wife?!” she shouts.
“Oh shit,” Demo mutters.
“She’s pissed, Pres,” Reaper comments unhelpfully.
“Makayla is Mea?” Inferno asks, finishing his question.
The woman of the hour storms across the room and stabs a finger into my chest. “How could you keep that from me?”
Before I can answer, a shimmer glimmers in the air, and Kára appears. She smiles apologetically at me. “Sorry.”
“This keeps getting better and better,” Acid quips. “Hey, Kára.”
“Acid,” she acknowledges.
Demo stands and turns to look at the door. “Are you alone, or is Mist out there somewhere?”
“Still making good use of the brain in your pants, I see,” Kára teases.
Demo adjusts himself, already hard at the thought of his Valkyrie. I guess I should be thanking the gods that he has clothes on. I know that’s been hard on him, but he’s managed to remain dressed the majority of the time we’ve been in the human world, and I’m grateful.
“Shut up!” Makayla screams, and all eyes shift to her. “That’s better. Now, someone please explain to me how I’m married and didn’t even know it.”
“That’s not what I said,” Kára comments.
“What exactlydidyou say?” I snarl, truly angry with Kára for the first time since my death day.
“Well, first I explained who I am.” Kára shrugs. “She was a little freaked when I just appeared out of nowhere.”
“What sane person wouldn’t be freaked out by that?” Makayla shrieks.
“She’s got a point,” Demo says.
“Shut up.”
Makayla and I speak simultaneously, and Demo only rolls his eyes.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Kára continues. “I explained who I am, and once she calmed down, I told her that she’s your soulmate.”
“Wife,” Makayla corrects. “You told me I’m his wife reincarnated.”
“Which doesn’t mean you’re married. It means youwere.”
“Close enough.” Makayla glares at me. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
I heave a sigh. “Because, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure,” I admit. “And it doesn’t matter.”
“How can it not matter?”
“I’m dead, Makayla,” I bite out. “I’m a Warrior, and you’re a human. A veryalivehuman. When my mission is complete, I’ll transition back to Valhalla, and you’ll still be here.”
“That’s not entirely true,” Kára says quietly.
“Say what?” I demand.
Kára sighs dramatically, and flops into a chair. “I have it on good authority that the two of you can and will be together.”
“How?” I ask, hope soaring.
