Page 30 of Exorcise Me
I laughed, joy bubbling up from some inexhaustible source within me. “I like that plan.”
As he led me toward our bedroom, I caught sight of our reflections in the window—a former exorcist and his demon, hands linked, rings glowing softly in the candlelight. An impossible pair, redefined by love rather than ancient enmity.
“My favorite sin,” Lucien murmured against my neck as we crossed the threshold into our room.
I turned in his arms, framing his beautiful face with my hands. “Not sin,” I corrected gently. “Redemption. For both of us.”
His eyes glowed with inhuman light and very human emotion. “Semantics,” he whispered, lowering me to our bed. “Either way, I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” I replied, pulling him down to me, sealing our bond in the most ancient way possible.
Outside, the world continued its endless debate about good and evil, light and dark, salvation and damnation. But in our small corner of existence, we had found a greater truth—that love transcends categories, that understanding requires openness, and that sometimes, the most sacred path is the one you forge yourself.
With Lucien beside me, I was ready for whatever that path might bring.
