"Be you, Alexis," he whispered near the shell of my ear. "I love you, in every way. No one else's opinion will change that. Just be you."
"I love you, too," I said, and pointed at Chef's Kitchen. "We might as well get some good materials for the guys."
"Good thinking. I hear that store has one hell of a lemon zester."
As we entered the store, I squeezed his hand and leaned my arm against his. "The kids wanted me to get my miracle. They both thought they'd already received theirs, and wanted me to get mine. I never thought I would. Not in my wildest dreams. And yet, here I am, living a fantasy with a man I love. Everything I've done has been worth it. I'd do it all again. You are my miracle, Kieran."
He lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of mine. "You are my salvation."
This one took a little while to get moving, but once it did, it rolled right along and then shit hit hit the fan. I didn't love it as much as book two, but it was seriously good and very satisfying, when all was said and done. All the loose ends are tied up, and at the same time, the epilogue hints at more to come without feeling like I'm standing on the dreaded cliff named Hanger. Good on you for that, Ms. Breene. Really, there's nothing worse than a story's plot wrapping up, and then boom, a whole new story arc starting up in the epilogue. This one is done just right.
While I was reading, I thought two things specifically:
1.) I really hope this isn't the last we see of these characters.
Like I said earlier, the epilogue shows that there's more to come for Alexis and Kieran down the road. And, with that, I'm sure we'll see more of Daisy and Mordecai, and Bria and the Six. I will be anxiously awaiting that, but I would also really love to see more of Bria and Zorn, and the rest of the Six, individually. I bet there's some serious potential for their own stories. I'd also read the shit out of Daisy and Mordecai's stories as/after they grow up. Basically, I will be anxiously awaiting any and all books that include any and all of these characters.
2.) The lead up to the battle is taking entirely too long.
While I was going along, it felt like it was taking way too much time to get to this big showdown between Kieran and Valens. I mean, really, it's been building since the first book. Everything they did was to prepare for this battle. Most of what they talked about was strategy on how to prepare for this battle. Then here's the battle. And when it was over, I was thinking, hey, that wasn't enough "battle." But, I've totally changed my mind. You need the extended lead up to get a sense of everyone's mindset and the severity of what's at stake. And if the big battle scene had been extended, I know myself well enough to say, I would have thought it felt stretched out needlessly. So upon reexamination, I guess my thoughts that it was "taking too long" was really just my anticipation for what was going to happen.
So all in all, book 3 is solid, a very satisfying ending point for the story arc with a magical unicorn level of tease that is the epilogue. I'm anxious to see what's awaiting beyond the horizon for all of these characters.
And, as per my usual…spoilers and way too long (but what I can only assume is edging the line of acceptable for a review, in regards to copyright law) excerpts below.
"Before you, I'd never bought a wardrobe for a woman," he continued in a low hum, "let alone on two separate occasions. I'd never stolen a woman's pants to get her size so a team of advisors could pick out the perfect attire for her body size and personality. And I've never given a woman her own drawer, let alone twice, both times without her ever having stayed over. Yours is that one, by the way." He pointed to a reclaimed wood dresser stained in espresso across the room. "Bottom right. If you need more room, I can make it."
Butterflies fluttered through my belly. Warmth squeezed my heart. "And a house?" I asked with a small smile and embarrassingly glassy eyes. "Is that a door prize usually?"
He didn't match my smile. "I've never dated, in the traditional sense. Or thought of a woman every waking moment. Or promised I would protect her regardless of having no assurance she was mine to keep." He pushed back, his stormy eyes intense. "Or allowed her to stay by my side when everything in me knows I should force her to go."
"Right, yes. The ol' don't waste your heart on me shtick."
"You shouldn't. I'm a mess. I'm dangerous. My father loved my mother as intensely as I love you, and he ended up locking her in a castle on an island."
I froze at his words, unable to focus on the last. It was hard to breathe through the emotions welling up inside of me.
"But damn it, Alexis, I know you're meant for me. I feel it. Our first meeting wasn't a chance encounter. Not really. You weren't terrified by a dangerous stranger following you around, threatening and propositioning you in turns, because you lack good sense, but because you recognized your destiny. It was tolerating someone who would stand by you while you claimed your birthright."
I struggled to keep the emotion out of my tone. "Just my destiny?"
"You freed my mother when no one else knew how, and I know you'll free me of my father, too. Just when I needed you most, I found you. With your help, I'll stay on the path my mother set me on. One of compassion and morality. You make me a better man, Alexis. You'll make me a better leader, should I ever rise to that mantle. You are not just my destiny, you are my salvation."
I blew out a breath slowly, tears clouding my vision.
"Take that house, Alexis, for you and your kids. Give them a better life. Let yourself live a better life." He paused as he stared down into my eyes. "Be mine, and only mine, as I will be yours."
I held his gaze for a long moment, and finally, against all logic and sense, gave in. Kinda.
"Make me."
~
"That soul thing isn't permanent," Bria retorted.
"It's permanent now," I muttered, my face heating. Bria's shocked face rounded on me. I threw up my hands. "I didn't mean to. His magic was searing across my skin and… I… It just felt right."
Mordecai stuffed his hands into his pockets. "It took me awhile to come around, but not many men are strong enough to protect Alexis in a way she can't protect herself. And even fewer men are confident enough to accept her attitude and independence." Even though his voice was soft, it somehow cut through the room, keeping the rest of us quiet. "He's everything she's always asked the ceiling for after coming home from the bar. And even if he wasn't…he makes her happy in a way nothing else ever has. I want her to finally get her miracle." His intense and heartfelt gaze hit mine. "I think he's it, Alexis. I really do. I think he's the miracle you deserve."
Silence filled the kitchen and heat prickled my eyes.
Bria sighed and shook her head. "Do you know what's annoying? I can't form a rebuttal because then I'll just look like an unromantic asshole."
"If the shoe fits," Zorn murmured.
Her jaw dropped and she stared at him for one tense beat. "Really, Zorn?" she demanded, and my small hairs stood on end. I took a step away as Jack shifted uncomfortably. "Okay, fine. What do you see when you look at the magically shackled chick?"
Zorn's jaw clenched and his eyes glimmered defiantly. He focused solely on Bria when he said, "I see a woman who I will die to protect."
It didn't sound like he was talking about me.
"Whom," Jack mumbled.
Bria rounded on him. "Are you serious?"
He shrugged. "Grammar."
~
He leaned back warily, his expression one of exhaustion. "I didn't give you a chance to say feck off. I did this without your permission. I locked you into forever…without even asking."
I nodded again, because that was true. Of course, I'd done the same thing by tying our souls together permanently.
"Everything points to my having made an irreversible error-one you should never forgive me for." He sagged. "But when you asked me if there was a way to hide it… I lost myself for a moment. The thought tore at something deep in here." He pounded a fist to his sternum, the same place my dynamite kept going off. I don't know that I could stop myself from marking you again. Even now, after I laid out what a terrible idea it was" he shrugged helplessly- "I want to do it all over again. I want to sizzle my magic across your skin, and warn anyone else away from touching you. I want to share everything I have, and am, with you. I want you by my side for whatever comes next." He threw up his hands before letting them fall again. "I don't know where that leaves us, other than I'm sorry I didn't ask you, and I hope you can forgive me."
I stared at him, uncertain. "So…you wouldn't want to wipe away the mark if you could?"
His look was completely open. Raw. "No. Despite all the reasons I should, I don't. But depending on how pissed you are, I'll happily pretend."
A tear broke loose and tracked down my face. I didn't want to let relief take hold of me before I could knock on something wooden.
He reached up and wiped my tear away. "I love you, Alexis. Each new thing I learn about you makes me want you more. This love may be new, but the roots have thoroughly taken hold. I have every reason to believe it will keep growing until it drives words from the poets and makes even Ed Sheeran's love ballads pale in comparison."
I gave him watery laugh. "And what if I do leave?"
Anger rolled across his face before he regained control. A heaviness filled the moment. He blew out a slow breath. "I'll take up yoga." A crooked smile tweaked his lips. "Honestly, it'll kill me. It'll drive me to rage. I do have my father in me, and I am possessive to a fault." He dragged his thumb across my cheek. "But I do not own you. You are free to do as you please. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you. I'll put checks and balances in place in case I should lose my mind. I will never make a woman suffer as my father made my mother suffer." His fist clenched. "Never."
I hadn't needed to hear any of that. I already believed it, or I wouldn't have let things go this far in the first place.
He looked at me for a long beat. Finally, he whispered, "I still don't know where we go from here."
I fought back laughter. As he sat there, looking to me for guidance, he seemed almost like a normal man, sitting with the woman he loved, wondering if he was in the dog house.
"I thought Demigods were supposed to have all the answers," I hedged. I snuck my fist up and tapped the window sill. Just in case.
His mouth-watering smile made my stomach flip. "Sometimes we need a little help deciphering which way the wind is blowing."
I shrugged, finally letting relief take hold of me. He'd told me the truth of his situation, and now it was probably fair for me to be equally open with him.
"You had me going there. I thought you regretted the mark. I freaked out a little more than is probably normal."
He leaned closer and trailed his thumb across my jaw. "I will never regret that mark. Unlike my father, I don't see my connection to you as a weakness. I've just attached myself to one of the wildest, most unpredictable women I've ever met. It'll be a crazy ride, I have no doubt."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You marked Bria, too? Because I'm not down with sharing."
He chuckled and brushed his lips against mine.
~
"You good?" Kieran asked, taking his seat. The rest of the guys followed suit.
"It's all rigged up." Donovan leaned over his phone, which he'd set on the counter. "Three hours before dawn. They'll lose some really great magical war weapons in the blast. Fuck 'em."
"Agreed." Bria put up her glass.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Donovan slapped off the faucet, dried his hands, and hurried over. He sat, poured himself some tea, and put up his glass to join the cheer. "Fuck 'em."
"Fuck 'em," everyone chorused.
Kieran dropped his hand to Alexis's leg and gave her a light squeeze as food was passed around and plates were loaded. He wished Henry could have gotten away to join them, but Henry was running the surveillance team keeping tabs Valens and his people.
"I came to San Francisco thinking I'd lost the heart of my family," Kieran began. "My mother. I had my Six, and Bria joined us, but in some ways, we were lacking a center. A hub to gather around." He rubbed Alexis's leg and looked on her beautiful face. "We found it here. With you." He looked at Daisy, then Mordecai. "With all of you. Now we're a stronger unit than we've ever been, and it's because of your willingness to include us. We won't go into this fight with only vengeance on the mind. Not anymore. We'll go into this fighting for a future. Fighting to secure happiness in this territory-for ourselves, and for everyone Valens has trampled and and kept down. I'm honored to take this leap with you all."
"Fuckin' A!" Bria put her fist into the air. "I can't wait to unleash the dead with you all!"
Everyone paused with their glasses heading upward.
"You just couldn't give him the moment, could you?" Jack asked her. "You couldn't just be normal for two seconds."
"What?" She let her glass hover in the air. "Would it be better if I called them intensely powerful cadavers that will widen the eyes of our foe?"
Jack sighed and shook his head, clinking his glass off Zorn's. "Odd taste in women, bro. That's the last word on it. Odd taste in women."
Kieran smiled, bittersweet. His gaze glued to Alexis's face.