That only confused him more. “Where’d she take it?”
He shrugged.
Seriously? The bastard had no comment? Double hell.
Frustrated that they’d play this game, Urian pulled out his phone and called her. “Xyn? Where’s my stuff?”
He’d barely finished the question before he was teleported to her cavern. Urian hung up his phone as he glanced around the fancy massive place she’d made for herself. Glittering and open, it held all manner of high-end electronics and expensive furnishings. His dragonswan had exquisite taste. But then, she always had.
In the center was what appeared to be a giant tree staircase. And when Xyn came down it wearing a slinky green negligee, he felt his throat go dry and a part of his anatomy stand to attention in great appreciation of her lush curves that had always set his body on fire.
“You okay?” she asked as she slowed her pace.
“Not sure … am I in the right place?”
She laughed as she closed the distance between them. “Is this not what you wanted? Did I read you wrong?”
“I don’t know. What did you read?”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “Oh my God, Urian! Are you back with your wife?”
Why was she so pissed off at him? “Ex-wife! No!” He caught her arm as she started away and he finally realized what she’d done. “You moved me in with you?”
She gave him a no-duh glare. “Isn’t that where we were headed?”
Before Phoebe had shown up, yeah. But after that … “I thought you’d changed your mind.”
Her features softened to a tenderness that made his heart beat faster. “We don’t change our minds.” She kissed him tenderly, then took his hand to lead him toward the sofa. “I put your console there with your headset. And I bought you a comfy gaming chair.”
Unable to believe his eyes, Urian stopped her as he realized how much attention she paid to the smallest details of his habits and likes. Tenderness choked him.
“Sarraxyn?”
“Yes?”
“Love you. And I won’t take you for granted. Thank you.”
“For what?”
For the one thing he’d never had in his entire existence. A place where he felt wanted. Where he belonged. “For giving me what I’ve never had before … a home.”
EPILOGUE
Xander shrugged his jacket off. What a screwed-up night. The Dark-Hunters were now allied to the Daimons.
Hell had frozen over.
Yeah. He’d finally lived long enough to be shocked. His mother and Confucius were right. If you sat by the river long enough, you would eventually see the bodies of your enemies float by.
Strange, strange, strange.
“Brynna! You’re not going to believe the shit that happened tonight!”
He frowned when he didn’t find her waiting up for him.
Weird. She always waited up for him to come home.
“Brynna?”
