“Never.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “But I really can’t keep being late for work.”
“We’re newlyweds. Eidolon will understand.”
No doubt he would. “I do have rules to follow.”
“Rules.” He snorted. “Sometimes there are workarounds.”
She loved that Revenant had loosened up about rules, even though he remained a stickler about most of them. Still, he was making progress, and she got a secret thrill every time he found a legitimate work-around to a stupid rule.
Smiling, she turned around and lifted her mouth to his. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips.
“And I you.” He kissed her so thoroughly she was dizzy when he pulled back. “There’s not a rule I wouldn’t break for you.” He dipped his head and nipped her lip as he pushed her back against the railing, his hands burrowing under her robe again, and so much for work.
“I can’t be too late today,” she reminded him. “My mom is coming by the clinic for her second round of stem cell treatment. I really think she’ll recover fully.”
“Good.” He pulled back, just a little, but his hands kept roaming. “Reaver and Harvester invited us to dinner tonight. Wanna go?”
Of course she did. It had taken months for Reaver and Revenant’s fragile relationship to blossom, but now they were truly the brothers they should have been from the beginning. They’d even gone to a couple of football games together. Oh, Rev and Harvester still disliked each other, but for the most part, they kept the bloodshed to a minimum. The most shocking thing that had happened over the last three months was that Revenant and Thanatos had grown close. Hell, Revenant now got along with all of the Horsemen.
He did not, however, get along with the hellhounds. Some things never changed.
“Let’s do dinner with them,” she said, arching into his hand as it slipped between her legs. “And then you’re all mine. We have a thousand years to enjoy each other. Let’s not waste a minute of it.”
A thousand years. Ten centuries of peace between the realms. And then after the Final Battle, when Satan was truly dead and gone, Metatron promised that with Satan’s death, Rev’s blood would be cleansed of all taint, and all of the heavens would become their sanctuary.
Basically, it would be one big celebration. And Metatron had promised something else.
There were butterflies in Heaven.
“Okay,” she sighed. “But I really can’t keep being late for work.”
“We’re newlyweds. Eidolon will understand.”
No doubt he would. “I do have rules to follow.”
“Rules.” He snorted. “Sometimes there are workarounds.”
She loved that Revenant had loosened up about rules, even though he remained a stickler about most of them. Still, he was making progress, and she got a secret thrill every time he found a legitimate work-around to a stupid rule.
Smiling, she turned around and lifted her mouth to his. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips.
“And I you.” He kissed her so thoroughly she was dizzy when he pulled back. “There’s not a rule I wouldn’t break for you.” He dipped his head and nipped her lip as he pushed her back against the railing, his hands burrowing under her robe again, and so much for work.
“I can’t be too late today,” she reminded him. “My mom is coming by the clinic for her second round of stem cell treatment. I really think she’ll recover fully.”
“Good.” He pulled back, just a little, but his hands kept roaming. “Reaver and Harvester invited us to dinner tonight. Wanna go?”
Of course she did. It had taken months for Reaver and Revenant’s fragile relationship to blossom, but now they were truly the brothers they should have been from the beginning. They’d even gone to a couple of football games together. Oh, Rev and Harvester still disliked each other, but for the most part, they kept the bloodshed to a minimum. The most shocking thing that had happened over the last three months was that Revenant and Thanatos had grown close. Hell, Revenant now got along with all of the Horsemen.
He did not, however, get along with the hellhounds. Some things never changed.
“Let’s do dinner with them,” she said, arching into his hand as it slipped between her legs. “And then you’re all mine. We have a thousand years to enjoy each other. Let’s not waste a minute of it.”
A thousand years. Ten centuries of peace between the realms. And then after the Final Battle, when Satan was truly dead and gone, Metatron promised that with Satan’s death, Rev’s blood would be cleansed of all taint, and all of the heavens would become their sanctuary.
Basically, it would be one big celebration. And Metatron had promised something else.
There were butterflies in Heaven.
