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They look so happy standing there, holding each other.
“Hello, sweet girl. Don’t cry.” Trina holds out her hand, but it just passes through my cheek. It’s a little cold, but it’s also warm and full of hope.
“Thank you for making this happen. For getting us back together again.” George holds Trina like he never wants to let her go, and I don’t blame him.
“We’re happy. This is our eternal paradise.” As Trina speaks, they flicker, like a broken TV signal. “Goodbye, sweet girl.” The last few words sound like an echo as the soulkeeper heaves out a heavy breath and moves away from the orbs.
“That’s all we can give you.” The soulkeeper gestures back toward the door we came through, effectively ending whatever this was.
“I didn’t even get to say anything. Can’t you bring them back for a little longer?” I don’t want to go. This was amazing. In fact… “Actually, can I go and call Danika? She would love this.”
Hack huffs a laugh behind me, I can feel his stomach muscles tense and release, but the soulkeeper remains silent and unmoving, his arm still held out toward the door.
“Rude.” Sighing, I resign myself to the fact that this isn’t going any further than it already has.
The door slams promptly closed behind us as we leave and the brief rush of emotions—combined with every fucking thing else going on lately, plus the massive relief of having a plan to save Slash—has me feeling tired and hungry. In that order.
“I’m taking you home, Satapti. And that is where we shall stay for at least a fucking month before I’m letting you out of our house.”
“Ourhouse?” The glowing orbs, the soulkeepers, the grandeur of the Great Library, isn’t as spectacular as it once was as we make our way out, and I’m happy to ignore it all to concentrate on my chosen.
Grinning, Hack hooks his finger beneath my chin, stopping us for a second to lick the tip of my nose. “To quote you, I licked it, so it’s mine.”
I laugh. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Did you ask one, Satapti?” Gripping my hand in his, we begin walking again.
“Stop being so pedantic. You know I did.” Shaking my head I roll my eyes. “Where isourhouse?”
“One day, you’ll realize and accept that everything I possess is also yours. Homes, horses, businesses, cars, all of it is already half in your name. Had my business manager sort it out months ago.”
“Oh, so not like you’re just saying it’s all ours, you really did the thing? Paperwork and all? Who knew demons were so goodat that…” Chuckling, I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know. But as I have told you before, Satapti. We are inevitable. It was always going to happen this way. And now we have been given our forever.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Hack
It’s been a couple of months since life changed by drastic measures. Without Slash, our brotherhood feels broken, the balance of our different personalities too disproportionate for it to feel like it used to. We have a brunie cleaning his house on the regular, keeping a semblance of life inside the four walls. It’s not much but we try, and that’s all we can do.
“How are you not cold?” Sage is flipping through an entire wardrobe with her mind alone. One second she’s wearing leggings, the next she’s in jeans with an off-the-shoulder knit sweater.
“Demon blood runs hot, Satapti. It’s why we live in the mountains, to at least feel a little bit of a tiny chill for a few months out of the year.” I pull her into me, my chest against her back, and look at her through the mirror in front of us. “I like that one.”
“A turtle neck? Really? It’s the least sexy thing I’ve got in mind.”
I kiss the top of her head, my eyes locked in on her mismatched beauties.
“What can I say? It brings out your eyes.” We can’t see my mouth but my eyes are smiling.
“You’re so full of shit. You like this because it covers every inch of me.” This time I don’t even try to hide my laughter. She’s right, of course, but it’s safer coming from her than me. Basic survival instincts.
“Come on, those horses won’t ride themselves.” It’s only once I’ve finished the sentence that I understand my mistake. Sage scrunches up her nose and shakes her head.
“No. Nope. There are so many things wrong with that phrase.” I shrug, and again, she’s right.
Deep in my mind, Cirrus neighs, and if he could, he’d kick me in the balls.
