Page 155 of Rose and Shadows
“I love it,” I said, laughing, and holding my wrist out that had the forest-green gem bracelet she’d made for me months ago.
“Such a good boy,” Sylas grunted at me.
I flashed him a shit-eating grin, which only widened as Velra reached back with her free hand and stroked my cheek.
But then she was grabbing my wrist. “Come here, naughty little wolf.” Her lip curled. “And rambunctious vampire.”
I moved beside Sylas as she had hold of my wrist, specifically my bracelet.
And then as she held both that and Sylas’ ring, her power sparked—purple Dark Fae, shadows, and even frost, enveloping the bracelet and the ring.
I watched as a Nexus Band ring appeared on the index finger of her right hand.
“What… what are you doing?” I asked, already realizing, but needing her to say it.
“Now it works both ways. I can feel your wellbeing and you both can feel mine. I’m sorry… I should have done that in the first place, but my possessiveness and all that survival mode trauma heaviness got the best of me.”
Cassius came over and wrapped his arm around her, then held out his hand that also had a Nexus Band ring on his finger now. “I adore it,little shadow.” Although with the Soul Brand they didn’t need any sort of extra wellbeing monitor between them, this meant that Cassius could now clock me and Sylas.
“Well, shit, this really works well with the paranoid, possessive, abandonment issues ridden makeup of our group,” I commented.
That earned a whole lot of laughter.
“Come on,” she said, easing Sylas and me down to the bed with her as Cassius urged her. “Let’s rest like Sylas needs.”
As we all settled under the covers, I told Sylas, “Telling us about Requital can be our bedtime story. From the look on your face when you brought it up, it sounds like it has a happy ending, so I’m good with that.”
“A very happy ending,” he confirmed, nuzzling against me, as we all drew closer together and sank into one another.
Just the way it was always going to be with us.
Fucking perfect.
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~Sylas~
“Maximus.”
“Neron.”
“Dacian.”
“Valzar.”
I eyed Lazriel as he reclined on the amethyst couch in the living room after slapping his textbook down on one of the cushions and uttering those words.
Names, actually.
Potential baby names.
Again.
“What’s the last one?”
He lifted a shoulder, those and his glorious arms on full display with just a tank top covering his upper half. “I made it up.”
He moved to kick his booted feet up on the table, his tactical pants straining across his muscular legs.
