I’m out of Lucero’s arms and rushing over to Kai, desperate to keep all his pieces together.
Look at me, I tell him with my eyes, grip tight enough to hurt.I love you. It’s okay, I love you.
But Kai isn’t looking at me—he’s watching the thunder in Vidar’s face as he storms out the room. Furious.
Then, like a punch to the gut, I remember—Vidar is straight.
Well, shit.
Epilogue- Golden
Two weeks later…
I’m hunting through Lucero’s walk-in wardrobe looking through his clothes.
Last week, when I suggested getting a job so I could actually stop burrowing Ramy’s clothes, Lucero handed me his card and told me not to be ridiculous.
‘Just spend my money, I have plenty, after all.’
A part of me thinks I should’ve at least fought back a little.
But why bother?
Who the fuck wants to work, anyway.
Besides, I’ve been looking at going to school. Maybe studying vexillology.
Lucero appeared surprised when all the bags turned up and I started unpacking. ‘I thought you’d be more punk.’
Sure, I liked bomber jackets, black combat trousers paired with big fuck-off boots. I just also liked my tops tight, colourful and sometimes cropped. Concerned, I asked if he didn’t like the way I normally dressed.
He answered by laying me out and kissing my exposed stomach until I was gasping and begging for more.
Which, of course, was when I fell asleep.
It’s frustrating having the energy of a hospitalised senior citizen. But I managed a walk around the garden every day this week without needing a break halfway through, and I’m up to two glasses of blood.
My progress is slow, but I’m getting there.
But none of that matters, not right now anyway as I throw a pair of Lucero’s jeans over my shoulder and add to the messy pile I’ve already rejected.
I’ll clean it up later.
Currently, I’m wearing one of his crisp white shirts. How my soulmate never stained his fancy clothes with blood is beyond me.
“What exactly are you doing in there?” Lucero calls out playfully.
I pop my head out to find him exactly where I placed him laying on the bed. His hands behind his head, his body stretched out.
The room is still dark and moody, but the flowers I’ve placed in mugs dotted around give the space more colour.
“How do I look?” I step out so he can get a good look.
Lucero’s hot gaze travels from my head, all the way down to my hairy legs.
“Adorable.”
I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t going for adorable. I was going for that big top energy.”
