Page 91 of Marked By Feral Monsters
I can hear them arguing from here. Last night—this morning?—after Eric carried me to the shower and cleaned me up in a way I've dreamed about him doing for years, and Nix picked up all the broken glass and the mud he trailed through the house, I fell into a day of dreamless sleep.
On the one hand, I can't wait to see Eric, in the flesh. And be reunited with Nix. I can't believe last night was real, and I'm almost scared to face reality and find out none of it actually happened.
On the other hand, I'm going to have to figure out how to live with two insufferable men. Somehow, I know Nix isn't going anywhere. And Eric and I will be together until true death separates us. I'm certain of that.
But judging by the arguments—Nix's deep, reverberating growl, domineering and on the verge of rage, and Eric's still somewhat raspy, softer, almost haughty tone—this is what I have to look forward to. Silly fights about breakfast, and tracking down Nix's car, and why Eric isn't allowed to drive because he doesn't have a license anymore, and what to do about all the bodies in the yard because, according to Nix, they can't stay here.
I let out a sigh, but there's a smile on my face. A huge one. How could there not be?
Best sex of my life? Check.
Ghosty lover back from the dead? Check.
Phoenix lover, also back from the dead? Check.
Now, if only we can figure out a way to live with a little less murder, I'll be happy.
For now, though… I'm exactly where I want to be. Secrets, lovers, haunted house, and all.
