We were restoring Brayden’s power! That much I knew, but how we did it or any of that was fuzzy.
I hunched over my man and his eyes snapped open.
“Did it work?” I asked.
“Every single bastard who stood against me and my family is about to pay,” he growled, his eyes glowing yellow.
Oh. Okay. He was juiced up with power and now he wanted revenge. “Are you okay?”
He sat up and I moved back, watching him flex his fists. “I’m more than okay.”
Holy crap, King Brayden was hot.
He stood and pulled me into his arms, crushing me against him, and my heart ratchetted up a notch. “Tell me you still want to marry me now that your past life memories are gone.”
It was a valid question. I had the awareness that I used to have memories of Brayden and my life together, or my life with Castiel, but those memories weren’t there. Only things we’d done in this life or talked about. I remembered talking about a chocolate wedding present, but it sounded funny as I didn’t actually remember it. Was it a chocolate bar? A box of chocolates? A chocolate sculpture? Still, even after all those missing pieces, my heart was one hundred percent his.
“Anytime, anyplace,” I said truthfully, hoping it would be sooner rather than later so that my new dad could stop blocking us from being intimate.
Brayden gave a sigh of relief and then cupped my chin in his hands, bringing my lips up to his.
“Alright, alright, get a room,” Erwin muttered, and I pulled away from our kiss, temporarily forgetting where we were.
Leah, Brayden and I both faced Erwin. “Thank you,” Leah and I said in unison.
He nodded curtly.
“You have a place in my kingdom once it’s restored. Palace potions master.” Brayden let the fancy title roll off of his tongue and Erwin looked smitten with the idea for a moment. But then his face quickly fell back into its general grumpiness.
“We’ll see how that plays out. You might all be dead by next week.”
Leah rolled her eyes. “Pessimist much?”
“It’s called being a realist,” Erwin shot back.
“Okay, enough bickering,” Morgana snapped. “I just fell asleep three times while standing. Take me back to my bed!”
Brayden approached the fae-warlock. “So they’re safe now? No more curse, no risk of amnesia?”
“They’re good as new,” Erwin confirmed.
A loud snore came from Morgana and then turned into a snort. Her head jerked up, eyes wide.
Poor thing.
“Let’s get you home.” I stepped forward to guide her to the car and thanked Erwin again.
I had a knowing that I’d lost some memories, but I didn’t know what they were, so I wasn’t sad about it.
If this was the new me, I was okay with it.
TEN
Within sixty seconds of the drive Morgana was out cold, snoring lightly against Castiel’s shoulder. Brayden and I held hands as he drove; there was a simple comfort between us now. We were never going to know if I was Lena or Wren and now that I’d lost all memories and wouldn’t get any more, it was like a weight was lifted. I was Averly and that was okay with him.
I peered over to see his brows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
