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577 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 27, 2022
“Fly with me, Alastair,” he murmured, resting his cheek on mine. “And if you fall, let me fall with you.”
“Such a good boy,” Lazarus murmured against my skin, his smoldering gaze flickering to mine. “Responding to me like this.”
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Galen asked, staring at the target dummy in front of him.
“It’s Lucifer,” Castor said, poking the drawn-on grumpy face. Plastic blue gems had been glued on for the eyes, and it wore a long black wig. Fake wings were attached to the dummy’s back, like the type you found in costume stores with straps that went over the shoulders. “Duh.”
Gray cocked his head and scrunched up his face. “If you close one eye and squint with the other, it looks like… Kyo’s brother with cheap angel wings.”
“Or a Victoria’s Secret reject,” Bellamy said.
“Can you assholes stop mocking my hard work?” Castor put his hands on his hips. The rising sun made his red hair more vibrant. “This took me all night to make.”
“I can attest to that,” Kyo said, raising a hand. “I woke up to him giggling like a little kid as he drew a small dick on it.”
Daman studied it, unamused. “Good thing you fight better than you craft, or you’d be dead by now.”
“It resembles him,” Kallias said, turning his head from side to side. “I think.”
“Fuck, Cas.” Bellamy exhaled. “The more I look at it, the creepier it gets.”
“Says the one married to a literal demon,” Castor shot back. “You have no room to talk. Your definition of creepy is subjective.”
“Your face is subjective.”
“I think it looks good.” Raiden clapped Castor on the back. “A for effort.”
“But F for actual talent,” Daman said.
“All right. Enough.” I massaged my temple before lowering my hand. “Your dedication to our training is… admirable, Castor.”
“Wow.” His green eyes widened. “Someone’s being nice this morning. You need to suck face more often. And get laid while you’re at it.”
Gray crinkled his nose. “Is kissing Laz even fun? It’d be like kissing a rock. Well, I bet the rock would kiss better.”
“He kisses just fine,” I snapped, cheeks heating. “Now, drop it.”
“When we face Lucifer again, we do so together. I will fight beside you. Watch over you. Just as I always have.”
“Normally, this is where I’d say I don’t take orders from you, Pride.” I grabbed his hand, holding the wine in my other. With our gazes locked, I then dropped to one knee in front of him. He sucked in a small breath. “But tonight, I kneel before you and offer you everything I am. Our path has not been easy. Obstacles kept us apart for so many years. But I believe that only made the love we feel now stronger. I give you my life. I give you my heart, for it has never belonged to anyone but you. I vow to love and honor you for the rest of our days and to hold you up in moments where you need strength. Lean on me, and I will never let you fall.”
“You honestly believe I could move on from you now?” I rolled on top of him and grabbed his chin. “Such a silly, beautiful boy. Whether we’re fully bound as mates together or not, there will never be anyone else for me. My soul will always cry out for yours.” I rested my head on his. “My heart will too.”
“You’re… here.” “I am. I’m not leaving you.” I tried to smile but couldn’t. “Did I do good?” “Yes,” Lazarus said as a tear slipped free. “You did so good.”
“You can be cold and detached, but that’s not the real you.” “Oh?” He smiled a little. “You know the real me, do you?” “I’m beginning to.” His smile softened, and something achingly tender reflected in his eyes. “I’m beginning to know you too.”
I don’t fault you for living your life, Alastair. For loving and being loved.” “I could’ve been loved by you.”
His expression softened, and he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “That’s my good boy.” A low whimper climbed up my throat. “I love when you say that.”
“I mean it, Alastair. As the saying goes, pride comes before the fall. And I dread the thought of you falling, my friend”
“I know you’re ignoring me,” Alastair said. “I don’t appreciate it, you white-winged bastard.”
“You taught me to never surrender. Every time I was knocked down in training, you yelled for me to get back on my feet. You beat that weakness out of me. You never let me give up.”
“Enough of this.” Lazarus grabbed my jaw and dropped his voice lower. “If you think so poorly of me, why am I the one you call out to when you’re in trouble?”
I swallowed the sudden tightness in my throat. “Because I know you’ll hear me.”
The fates really were cruel… but not nearly as cruel as the male they’d chosen for me.
One moment. That’s all it would take for everything I’d built to be destroyed.
For thousands of years, I had endured the pain of desiring someone I could never have. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
“We will win the battle,” Pride whispered. “And return to our angel.”
“Lazarus denies himself the things he desires,” Michael said, placing the apple back in the basket. “He thinks himself unworthy of life’s pleasures.
Michael studied me. “Those boys will never fully know all you’ve done for them.”
“The sight of him walking away from me is one I know all too well,” I whispered. “Yet, it’s the way it has to be.”
Sometimes, I regretted not showing them more compassion. However, hating me had been the fuel they had needed to persevere, if only to spite me. It had also brought them closer together. Strengthened their bond.
If I had to be the bad guy for that to happen, so be it.
“My presence would only ruin everyone’s appetite,”
“You’re wrong,” Alastair whispered. “It changes everything.” His heavy-lidded gaze dropped to my mouth.
He was the deadliest, most beautiful thing of all.
“Let’s stay like this until the world ends.”
“And long after.”
“I’ve always been yours.” Lazarus caught my hand and pressed it to his cheek. “And I always will be.”
“Fly with me, Alastair,” he murmured, resting his cheek on mine. “And if you fall, let me fall with you.”
“I’ll always return to you.” He glided his nose along my jaw. “You’re my home.”
“Love,” I whispered. “It has the power to break any spell.”
“You’ve always been such a romantic at heart,” Konnar told me. “And in this, I do believe you’re right. Love is irrational, unpredictable, and one of the strongest forces in all the realms. Capable of turning enemies into lovers, breaking hexes, and—” His gaze flickered to Lazarus. “—even bringing an angel to his knees.”
“Lean on me, and I will never let you fall.”
“If this were a book, the reader would be screaming at you right now, saying, ‘Just go talk to him, you idiot.’ So word of advice? Spare yourself the hate of a fictional audience and go talk to your man. Trust me. It will all work out.”
“Pride has never allowed me to love anyone more than I love myself. […] “But I love you, Lazarus. More than I ever expected or thought was possible.”