“Achilton, please. Iwasa Roman soldier once,” I grin. “We weren’t so fussy about nudity, either.”
“Go sit in the bedroom and find a—achiltononline.”
“Your laptop might be smashed, my love,” I caution. “I’m sorry, in the fight—”
Agatha kisses me so hard that I slam into the wall of her bedroom. “You’re okay. That’s all that matters.”
“I am. And I’ll still watch over you, Aggie.”
“I know you will.” She smiles up at me, her full lower lip trembling just a touch. “You’ll always be my mirror man, okay?”
Epilogue
“Ilike you better naked.”
“That’s easily arranged.” Lucius snaps his fingers as he reclines on my bed, and his glorious form is back on display.
I guess it’s our bed now. Our bed, our apartment, our cat. Poor Berry finally came out from under the bed on Thursday morning.
But right now she’s sensibly snoozing in the wingback chair that’s been returned to the living room. “Tomorrow night, let’s go to the Night Market and get something pretty to hang where the mirror used to be,” I whisper, climbing into bed.
“Don’t you want another mirror, so you can watch me making love to you?” Lucius’ tentacles wrap slowly, sinuously around my bare leg and my arm. His head tilts, and his angular chin fits right into the hollow of my neck, pressing kisses to the place where my pulse jumps.
“I would like that—but I don’t know if I can ever trust another mirror again. Well, not unless Alban checks it out for me first.”
“He turned out to be a nice little warlock. I like the kilt he sent over.”
“That was from Douglas Wickstaff, and he says you have to give it back.”
“I can go out and about and meet people. And see things—as long as you're with me,” Lucius’ eyes glow with excitement.
“In time, Alban says you’ll probably be fine to go out and about on your own—as long as you spend some time in your ‘anchor’ every day or so.”
“Well, I intend to make sure I build up my strength so I can go out and be useful. Do the shopping. Pick up the cat food. Take Berry to the vet. Find work.”
“Hmmm. What would a good job be for a man with your ancient wisdom and military training?” I muse.
“I’ll figure that out later. Step one is being anchored to this mortal coil.” Lucius’ tentacles creep up my thighs, slowly, tiptoeing.
“Alban said all we have to do is hold hands,” I remind him with a shrill laugh as the tips tickle behind my knee.
“Is he a phantasm? Does he know? No. I have all sorts of time to make up for, empress.” He smiles, pulling me over top of him with a sudden tug and pull. “I do believe we should try out every possible connection we can forge.”
“Oooh, that’s right. We have research to do.” I sit back on my knees and push my hair to one side. I bend, but not far. Lucius’ long, thick rod stretches and grows on command, sliding up past my breasts and brushing under my chin. “You want to put this where?” I tease.
