“You got me a ring?” Zach asked. “It’s beautiful.”
“I did get you a ring,” Drew said. “I alsolostthe ring when we went to Hell the first time, and I’ve gone through quite a journey to get it back. Kind of like the complete opposite ofLord of the Rings.”
Zach laughed and gently took the ring from Drew’s finger and slipped it onto his own. “Well, you’re no Frodo, but I love you anyway,” Zach said. “Of course I’ll marry you, Drew.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Completely giddy and high on life, Drew leaned forward and kissed Zach sweetly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Zach said, then kissed him again.
They made out for a while, enjoying just being together, sharing the moment. Finally, Drew pulled back and snuggled down against Zach’s chest. Zach lifted his hand and examined the ring. “It really is striking,” he said.
“The colours reminded me of your wings,” Drew admitted.
“It’s perfect. How did you ever find it if you lost it?”
“Completely by accident,” Drew admitted. “Apparently Orias picked it up, and it was only once we’d been captured and taken to Lucifer’s palace that I saw he had it.” He yawned. “All’s well that ends well, I suppose.”
Zach hugged him tightly. “Please don’t ever do that again,” he said quietly. “I love the ring, Drew, but not more than you. I was so scared I’d lose you forever.”
Drew squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I promise, never again.”
“Thank you.”
They lay in silence until it was broken by the rumbling of their stomachs.
“Dinner time?” Zach asked.
“Yeah,” Drew agreed.
“What did you want?”
“I’m kinda in the mood for roast potatoes,” Drew admitted. “Actual potatoes, not funky psychedelic Hell potatoes.”
Zach laughed and rolled out of bed. He offered Drew a hand and pulled him up, dropping a kiss on his nose. “Roast potatoes it is, then.” He smiled. “Happy belated anniversary, sweetness.”
“Happy anniversary, Zach.”
“What do you think?” Andras asked, looking at the urco critically.
Drew walked around the urco, trying to find a fault with the glamour. They were in their small back yard and the urco—now disguised as an Irish wolfhound—was sitting on the grass, licking his balls.
“Looks okay to me,” Drew finally said.
“Excellent,” Andras said. “One task crossed off the list.”
“How long until Simon has your ID ready?”
“He said it should arrive in a couple of days,” Andras said, and flopped down onto the grass. Princess stopped licking his balls and headed over to lick Andras’s face instead. “Blugh! Don’t put that tongue on me after the places it’s been,” he complained.
The urco ignored him, pinned him down, and licked his face from chin to temple.
Drew, like the good friend he was, simply laughed.
“What surname did he pick for you?” Drew asked curiously.
