My friends are here, my realms are still in one piece, and I feel more at home than ever before.
Even though I know there’s still so much work ahead of us to figure everything out, the thought is no longer overwhelming.
I’m not alone.
Sin squeezes my hand and looks at me adoringly.
I smile back, knowing with absolute certainty that as long as we’re together, everything will be okay.
Chapter 67
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule sixty-seven:Burn the dress.
Lips ghost across the junction of my neck, but I don’t startle, even as Sin becomes visible behind me. I figured he was up to something the moment his thoughts were hidden.
Instead, I lean back in my office chair to kiss him gently on the lips.
“Still working?” He asks in a low murmur.
“Always,” I answer with a small laugh.
I recap my colored pen and put it back in my stationery drawer. The mind map I’ve been working on all morning is a tangled mess. There are a few big bubbles in the middle with words like ‘Fates? Nymara? Demigod children? Titans?’ and then a bunch of smaller bubbles that branch out, with different ideas of how to approach them.
I’ve also added lines, trying to show how they’re connected, but now it just looks like a demented spiderweb.
Sighing, I tuck it away into a file.
It’s a future Vivian problem.
Sin leaves heated kisses down my throat as I do it.
“I think you deserve a break, kitten. After all, there’s a thing in the Mortal Realm called weekends. We wouldn’t want you to burn out,” he purrs, and I laugh as he throws back my own words at me.
He spins my chair to face him, and I smirk at the way his mischievous grin drops when he takes in what I’m wearing.
It’s the tight gray dress I wore the day I was supposed to die – the one he promised we’d burn, while he fucked me in front of the flames.
It’s only been a couple of weeks since the war ended, but every minute has been filled with work as we try to forge peace and undo all the damage from Need’s rule.
Sin and I have hardly had a moment to ourselves, and I’ve been bone-tired the moments I finally stop to rest.
His gaze heats as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I can already feel him hardening against me, and anticipation coils low in my stomach.
His other hand traces the curve of my ass, and he groans when he can’t find any underwear lines.
A low growl rumbles up through him. “Time to go,” he notes, before tossing me over his shoulder.
A moment later, we both become invisible.
I yelp,laughing. “Where?”
“The beach, kitten. We’re having a bonfire.”
“Come here,”Sin coaxes in my mind.
Water laps against my waist, and I stand transfixed, watching the amber glow from the flames dance across his features.
