I feel his answering chuckle as it resonates up his chest.
“You are my universe, kitten. Fuck their laws, so long as you’re mine,” he growls. Then, he cups the back of my neck to pull me in for another consuming kiss.
Chapter 66
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule sixty-six:Never forget the formula for inner peace:
Live like you aren’t mated to a zombie (I mean, technically, Sin is one… right?).
Laugh as you commit the occasional crime against the universe (it’s probably fine).
And love so fiercely that you will smite anyone who threatens your family (violently).
There’s a small, folded paper in front of Rosie’s place setting.
Sorry, can’t make it tonight – coronation rehearsal.
Love Rosie
PS: The crown is still leaking my mother’s blood. It keeps dripping into my wine. I. Am. NOT. Okay.
PPS: Send cupcakes.
I smile at her words, even as a pang of unease unfurls in my chest. Fae succession rituals are terrifying.
Rosie has been in the Fae Realm since the battle ended a week ago, and even though she and Irena are finally reunited, things are far from peaceful. But then again, I suppose the tumultuous atmosphere is present across all the realms.
Apparently, you don’t fight a multi-realm war without leaving serious power vacuums.
Sin’s lips trail over my shoulder, snapping me from the foreboding thoughts threatening to pull me under again.
Right, not tonight.
Tonight is special.
I turn to smile at him, and his eyes light up like he’s been waiting a century to see it. My heart warms.
“Could you guys save it for later? I’m going to lose my appetite,” Arianna groans from across the table.
My cheeks heat, and Sin smirks a little. I don’t give him time to send me flashes of exactly what he wants to do to me later, and instead, I move to my own seat.
He’s been inside my mind, reading my thoughts, ever since the night of the conclave. I thought it might bother me a little, but he gives me access to his thoughts, too.
If there was ever a solution to crippling abandonment issues and insecurity, this is definitely it.
“Rosie isn’t making it. She’s busy doing queen stuff,” I note to the others as Sin takes his seat directly beside mine.
Rosie’s empty chair is on my other side, and I place her note back onto her plate.
Tonight is our first official family dinner. I’ve asked the staff to convert Need’s sitting room into a warm dining space. It’s small enough to feel intimate and cozy, and something in me beams at the fact that I’m reclaiming this space.
“Oh no! We won’t be able to say goodbye,” Sarah pouts.
Her expression is mirrored by Isaac and Conner. They’re all sitting on the other side of the table, and as usual, Conner has claimed the seat beside Arianna.
“You do remember you’ll be coming back weekly for these ‘family dinners’ Vivian insists are somehow more important than running our realms?” Morgana asks, sounding annoyed.
