On one knee.
What the bollocks?!
“Holy fuck, what’s going on?” Ren whispers.
“Shh!” Luthor smacks his arm, grinning, eyes wide.
In fact, they all are. Everyone’s eyes are round, including my own.
But they’re smiling eagerly. Just as Byron is, on bended knee, slipping something out of his pocket.
“Trevel Fenwick,” he rumbles, confidently deep brogue shaking just enough that only I can hear it. And I’min love.“I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you. You’re fucking crazy… And I hate it.” He smirks. “Two truths and a lie, violet eyes.” I snort, biting my lip to stop the trembling. “Will you marry me?”
He holds up a ring; a shiny sterling silver band lined with colorful stones… Blue, purple, red, and orange.The Ninja Turtle colors!
“Bloody hell…” I croak, holding out my hand. “Yes, sweet fury. Yes yesfuckyes, all truths, baby. I love you.”
The moment he slips the ring on, I launch at him, kissing him hard while he chuckles into my mouth and everyone cheers.
They’re whooping and wailing things, but I’m too busy knocking him backward and straddling him on the floor, kissing his face all over.
“Release the hounds!” Ren hollers, opening the door to the terrace.
The two crazy dogs scamper inside and attack us with kisses and rambunctious barking.
“Well, if they get to do it…” Felix whimpers, diving on us.
And then they all do. Clamoring and hugging and kissing, and grinding on us—I’ll go out on a limb and say that’s Ren.
They’re happy for us.Sohappy, andI’mso happy, because now I get to be a part of this family of oddballs. This group of incredible bloody outcasts. Thesesurvivors.
Anyone would be so lucky to even justwatchfrom the outside. But to be in it is something you never want to end.
And now, it won’t. I’m indoctrinated into their madness.
Forever.
Then…
“Te amo…”
I’m fluttering, on the edge of my consciousness.
“Mmm…dulzura.” His deep voice rumbles into me, from his chest into my back. “Te amo mucho, mi pajarito.”
Waking up, coming to, I feel how stiff he is. Howhotandhardandthick…
“Dios… Diablo, estás ridículo,” I chuckle, though I’m grinding against it because why the hell not?
It feels fucking great.
“Who,me?” He hums, wicked grin brushing my nape.
Giving up because I just have to see his face right now, to verify for the hundredth time in a week that this is real, I spin in his arms and blink up at him.
Diablo… Manuel Blanco.
The Ivory.
