Page 94 of Heart of Dawn
“We’ve spent enough time on this road,” Miko said. “Let’s go.”
“What about the honey?” Andrew wondered.
“Once we reach our destination, it will make more of… me.”
Six honey balls for six Mikos. Things would certainly be interesting with multiple Mr. Robots running around. Well, as long as the real Miko stayed away from Dawn’s heart.
My stomach churned as I climbed onto the back of the bike, Miko already in position.
“The route to Dunstable Down is signposted,” Tilda said.
Miko nodded, throwing me a smoldering glance. I wasn’t sure if he intended it to heat my loins, but it did anyway.
Yum.
Save it for later…
I wrapped my arms around my mate, resting the side of my face against his back. I wriggled closer, being mindful of Wendy, my crotch pressing into the base of his spine. But no longer in a sexual way, my lusty thoughts diminished by the touch of reality.
This was it.
This was the end.
Please let this be the end…
DAWN
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MIKO
It was the best feeling in the world having my mate’s arms around me. He might not be as safe as I’d like, but he was here. He was with me again.
God, I loved him so much.
Having my pack with me, less than half a mile behind, was the rainbow sprinkles on the ice cream. I missed rainbow sprinkles and ice cream and wondered if I might get to eat it again in the future. Share a bowl or twelve with my beautiful man.
Dawn tried summoning the dead to life again and again, the bodies around us never quite managing a full rise. Clearly, it’d fucked itself over by sending the horde into Faery. But that didn’t mean it wouldn’t recover at some point.
I just hope it stayed that way long enough.
We came off the motorway at Junction 9, navigating country roads and heavy rain, the storm now in full force. It raged around us, the wind trying its best to throw us off the bike, to impede my vision.
This weather would not stop me.
We had the honey in Ori’s bag and fire in our bellies. We were on our way to change the world.
Damn, that felt good, yet strange. Even though two years were barely a dent in my thirty years of life, they seemed longer. Much longer. Like life in the apocalypse was all I ever knew.
This is for you, Mum.
This is for you, Dad.
And you, Carmelita and Tala.
I only wished my family could see the end of Dawn, meet Orion, be a part of my life again.
I shut down my thinking, banking it for later. Because, yeah, I was sure all the emotional trauma would come back and fuck me up for many long years after this. Finally released to drown me, always held off the side for a rainier day.
