Page 23 of Devotion

I didn’t speak, choosing instead to allow the two of them their space. I’d long since forgiven Quinn, especially since she was right. Without her intervention, I’d have been lost.Everythingwould’ve been lost. My Sunny and I would never have had the opportunity to come back to each other because I would not have lived long enough to see her again. And if that hadn’t happened, who can say how things with War would have turned out? Quinn’s actions very well could have been the thing that saved the world.

In light of that, how could anyone not forgive her?

Sunday crossed her arms over her chest and took a long breath, her gaze cast down, brow furrowed. But then she lifted her beautiful eyes to meet first mine, then Quinn’s.

“I understand. I’d do the same for Eden.”

“I don’t expect forgiveness and won’t even ask for it, but I needed you to understand why I did it. I tried to retrieve the lost memories, but there’s nothing to be done. They’re destroyed, and I can’t get them back for you. I’m so”—she took a shuddering breath—”sorry.”

Sunday reached over and took Quinn’s hand. “If you ask me, a handful of memories is a small price to pay for the life we are able to share. Nothing worth having in this world comes without a cost. Not even love. We found our way back to each other in the end. That’s what matters.”

I took a seat next to Sunny and threaded my fingers with hers. “We will always find our way back to each other, Kærasta. Always.” Reaching out with my free hand, I took Quinn’s other one and squeezed. “All is forgiven.”

Quinn flicked her gaze to Sunday, as if seeking confirmation. My mate blinked a few times, twin trails of tears sliding down her cheeks as she nodded and said, “Forgiven.”

The feel of Sunny’s fingers running over my scalp pulled me from the recollection, making me sigh and smile as I opened my eyes to find her standing in front of me.

I shook Moira’s note, chuckling softly. “I should have known you’d figure me out.”

She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “He’s your twin. You’re not whole without him. Of course you need to go to him.”

“Are you sure now is the best time? With Caleb gone, a baby on the way, and trouble brewing in the pack? What if you need me?”

Her smile was equal parts sin and sweetness. “I’ll always need you, Alek. But right now, I think Tor needs you more. Besides, Kingston and Noah will keep me safe.”

“And what of our little Valkyrie? She’s just become so much more complicated.”

“I already talked to your sister. She’s agreed to take Eden back to Novasgard for a visit with your family. This is probably the best time for you to go.”

I lifted the bespelled ball that came along with Moira’s missive. It would grant me passage to Blackwood and back. “Seems like you’ve thought of everything.”

“I know how important this is. You haven’t been yourself since Tor left. It’s weighing on you, eating you alive. Now you know where he is, and just like if it were me, you shouldn’t stop until you get him back.”

I smirked. “I would move heaven and earth to find you.”

“Exactly.”

I huffed, hating that I had to leave her, but knowing she was right.

“When are you going to leave?” she asked softly, her fingers still absently playing with my hair.

Setting the items from Moira on the nightstand, I wrapped my arms around my wife and reeled her in until my forehead rested just above her belly. “The morning. I want to get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Then I suppose we should make the most of tonight.”

My gods, the way she whispered those words in our quiet bedroom sent goosebumps rising across my arms. “We have too many clothes on, Kærasta. Far too many for what I plan to do to you.”

Removing her fingers from my hair pulled a groan of protest from me, but the sound quickly died in my throat asshe lifted the thin dress she wore over her head and bared that beautiful body I loved so much.

“As much as I appreciate the way you look in red, you’re still wearing too many clothes,” I teased, hungrily eyeing her lacy underthings.

“Don’t ruin these, Viking. I like this set.” She moved to back away from me, but I caught her by the hips and tugged her close.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“That’s what you always say.” Her words dissolved into soft moans when my lips began a journey from her sternum down to her knickers. Hooking my fingers into the sides, I gently tugged, continuing my trail as best I could down the top of her thigh. Once the fabric reached her knees, I let gravity do the rest of the work. Sunday easily stepped out of the red lace pooling at her feet and straddled my lap, giving my chest a light shove to make space for her body.

Her slight gasp when she found me naked and ready for her made me smirk. “Why do you always use that magic on yourself and never me?” She rolled her hips, sliding the plump lips of her pussy over my solid length.

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