She’s always keyed up after a job like this, practically bursting with magick and energy, and as soon as we get somewhere private, I know that energy is going to be well spent.
At the Veil, she steps up to the stone and lays her hand on it. The ether flashes rich earthen brown, and we both pause on the threshold.
“Admit it,” Seren says, taking my hand. “You had fun.”
Magick sparks between us, familiar and comforting and no less exciting than it was the first time we met.
“That’s not the word I would use,” I grumble, and she just laughs.
With a quick, affectionate squeeze, she tugs me forward into the ether.
If truth be told, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than following my witch from realm to realm, making the most of this freedom we won for ourselves.
It turns out there are plenty of ways to find bounty hunting work, and we’ve spent the last couple of months taking jobs that interest us and living just how Seren said we would—doing whatever the hell we want.
She’s the talent, making quick work of our assignments with her seeking magick. I’m just the muscle and the portals, making sure she’s always covered and that we’ve always got a way to escape.
Though, if what Seren’s friends have told her is true, she should develop her own portal magick once we’re fully mated—some quirk of the bond between witches and demons that allows them to share each other’s magick once their mate bond is sealed.
I wonder if I’ll get any of my star’s seeking powers in return.
If, that is, we’re ever fully mated.
Seren says she’s waiting for the right time, that she doesn’t want to rush into anything, but if I know my maddening, impulsive witch, she already has her mind made up. Now she’s just savoring the opportunity to tease me and leave me yearning for the day I get to claim her for good.
I’ve no doubt we’ll be mated sooner rather than later.
In the meantime, I’m more than content to wait.
Especially if it means traveling the realms with her, portalling her and feeling her strong arms around me, hearing her surprised little gasp that never goes away no matter how many times we make the jump.
I do just that when we make it out of the Veil and into the Middle, where we’re set to meet our contact. After we’ve returned the sword to its rightful owner and collected our payment, we’re moving again. Back to the demon realm and the court, where Finn is hosting another gathering tonight in honor of… well, I’m not exactly sure, but he loves any excuse to host a party, and Seren loves spending time at court, so we’re going.
“Ready?” she asks when we’re back at the Veil, crimson ether swirling.
“Always,” I tell her, taking her hand and letting her lead me onward.
Seren
Finn’s parties always leave me with a wicked hangover.
Sitting on the balcony of the suite of rooms I’m beginning to think of asoursat court—even though I absolutely shouldn’t, no matter what Finn says about them always being available for us to use—I sip a strong, dark beverage that’s not exactly like coffee, but is warm and rich and seems to have the same effect.
It was another great night hanging out with the demons and witches who make up Finn’s wide circle of friends, and that, combined with yesterday’s successful job, has me feeling on top of the world.
Truthfully, I’m feeling on top of the world most days lately.
Callum and I still don’t have everything figured out. We don’t know where life will eventually take us or what our future looks like, but I don’t mind at all.
I’m just enjoying the time.
Time with Callum, time to explore, time to find out what we are and what we can be before we commit to anything.
Even though in my heart, I’m already more than committed.
It’s fast, a whirlwind, and someone with better sense would probably think twice about it, but that’s never been me.
From the moment he caught me in the Middle and put his ring on my finger, I’ve been all his.
