“I love you, too.You broke my curse—you are my fate.And my fate is to love and protect you for all eternity.”
His vow is sealed with a kiss.It’s perfect—my very own, albeit a bit unorthodox, happily ever after.What more could a girl wish for?
Kissing me one last time, he reluctantly lets me go.I watch him stomp over Father Knoll, but my eyes never travel to that wretched man again.Baezal leans down, voice deadly soft.
“One final question before this is all over, Father.”
“Rot in hell,” Father Knoll spits.
“Things can always get worse for you, Father.Remember that.Let’s try this again.Where can I find the True Blessed Father?”
There is a brief pause.For a moment, I don't think Father Knoll is going to answer him, until I hear a harsh choking sound.
“He’s dead.”
Baezal tsks.
“Try again.”
A soft squelching sound echoes in the hallways.Father Knoll screams as Baezal digs into his open stomach.The metallic scent of blood eclipses all others in the hallway.
“Fine.Fine!”Father Knoll shouts.“I’ll tell you.”
His response is too low for me to hear.Satisfied, my gargoyle nods.My eyes meet Baezal’s burning gaze.
“You don’t get to watch me fuck her.”
With that final edict, Baezal clasps the other man’s hand between his two strong hands.There is a sharp snap, followed by a sickening thud.The figure on the floor never moves again.
Father Knoll is dead.My relief is palpable.
Rising from the floor, Baezal gently walks over to me.His arms wrap around me and I rest my cheek against his chest.
“You’re safe, Willow.”
“How many times are you going to have to save me?”I ask with a smile.
“As many as it takes.”
Baezal chuckles as he lifts a hand.He cringes at the sight of Father Knoll’s blood staining his fingers.
“We should bathe,” I offer.
With a nod, Baezal leads me deeper down the hallway.A modest bathroom is located near the back, fitted with a simple porcelain tub.With a wave of his hand, steaming water fills the basin.Baezal helps me shed my sheet and carefully lowers me into the water.
The water is delicious and soothes my stiff muscles.I settle against him at the far end of the tub.His wings hang off the side as his fingers gently strum up and down my arm.With another wave of his hand, a bar of pine-scented soap appears in his palm.He drags it along my skin, and I shiver.
“Where do you want to go from here, Willow?I’ll take you anywhere.”
I hum deep in my throat, sighing as his hands slip between my thighs.
“Somewhere with a beach.I’ve always wanted to visit the sea.”
Baezal smiles down at me.
“I know just the place.”
Setting the soap aside, I turn in his lap.My hands grip his shoulders as my thighs go to the other side of his hips.His erection teases my entrance, but I have to stay focused.I cannot give in to my desires just yet.
