“It only takes one shed,” Tam Lin roars.
“My dress!” Kaitlyn looks over at the discarded item of clothing. “It must have had your scales on it!”
“Then if one of my scales can open it, the power to close it belongs to us.” I take hold of her arms. “Because I belong to you.”
“And my soul belongs to you,” she replies. “We’re going to have to do this.”
“Then we do it together.” I study her beautiful eyes. “You are my flame, Kaitlyn. I will always be yours.”
“Together,” she echoes, and takes my hand.
Tam Lin attempts to reach us as I swirl us high into the air, around him, and back down to the altar.
“Linton,” Kaitlyn whispers in my ear.
“Do not be afraid, my mate,” I respond. “I am here, and I will always be here.” I dodge past Tam Lin and dive into the underrealm.
KAITLYN
I’m not entirely sure what I should expect, being in hell, but I wasn’t thinking it would be quite so dark or quiet.
Or have the sound of Linton snoring.
I open my eyes. I am not in hell. I have a mothman, on his back, with zero pants in evidence, spreading himself all over the bed.
His bed. The one in the cave. The one where we made love under the moon. I rub my hands over my eyes, confused. We went into the underrealm.
Does this mean we survived?
Linton snorts and slaps his hand at his face, his antennae rising, and then he opens his blood red eyes, doing a long, slow blink as a smile spreads and the tips of his fangs poke over his bottom lip.
“Hey.” I cup his cheek.
He smacks his lips, his dark tongue poking out briefly.
“Kaitlyn.” He breathes my name as if he can’t quite believe he’s saying it. “We made it.”
“I don’t…remember.”
Linton brushes my hair back from my face. “The underrealm is not a place you want to remember.”
“What happened?”
“It spat us back out, I expect.” Linton yawns and looks around. “Right back where we started.”
“Did we start from here?”
“We started in Lord Guyzance’s fortress, but I wouldn’t want to go back there.” Linton rolls onto his side with a wicked smile. “I’d much rather be here, with you.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned this to the very end.”
“Who’s to say I didn’t?” Linton traces his thumb over my lips. “And after all, when you’re wearing a dress such as the one you have on, how could it not end up right here?”
“Linton, I know you, and planning is not in your nature.”
He nods sagely. “This is true.”
“So, how did we get out of the underrealm?”
