Wait. What?!
The room collectively gasps as Papa takes slow, calculated steps toward Hazel. She’s rooted to the spot, eyes locked on him, as if every instinct in her is screaming ‘don’t move’.
Papa’s dark essence seeps out of him, eagerly circling Hazel like smoke. She stiffens when his Divine brushes against the bare skin of her arms, and a startled gasp escapes her lips.
I open my mouth to warn him that Hazelhatesbeing touched, but then it happens.
Both their eyes flash black for a fleeting second before they return to normal.
Hazel’s voice is barely a whisper, her eyes stuck on Papa. “No. Fucking. Way.”
Hazel glares at the darkness barricading her, and my jaw goes slack when Papa’s essence obediently curls back into him like it heard a command she didn’t have to speak out loud.
For the first time in my life, Hazel looks rattled. But Papa? His eyes are practically shooting hearts at her.
And then Seiji breaks. Loud, hysterical laughter fills the room, and I look away from the uh… new couple?
He’s literally rolling on the floor, face beet red, as he wheezes between breaths. “Of course they are mates!”
Epilogue
Perfect ending or a new beginning?
Nevaeh
Ishuffle back until I’m nestled between Angel’s legs, sighing as my spine melts against the solid warmth of his chest. Resting my head on his broad, bare shoulder, I breathe in the crisp scent of freshwater carried from the waterfall spilling before us.
After weeks buried under endless meetings and paperwork, Angel woke me this morning with his sweet kisses and told me today was going to be just about us.
Now, sunbathing on the roof of the Horsemen castle with a waterfall cascading in front of us feels like the perfect way to fall in love with him all over again. After rebuilding the kingdom and dealing with the repercussions of the war, it’s good to bask in this blissful calm with no lingering threats.
The world, unfortunately, hasn’t shared our calm. After we defeated the Crescent Moon Coven, madness unfolded across the supernatural realms. Everyone’s been fighting for power under the surface, but it had been centuries since a species waged a war to tip the scales in their favor and rise above.
Before things spiraled further, the King of Hell decided it was time to tighten his reins over all his creations. Within a week, Uncle Elijah assembled an elite force to monitor interspecies conflicts and shut them down before they escalated.
Two days after we finished rebuilding the kingdom, Elias Azrael, the Angel of Death himself, came for a visit. As the newly elected head ofThe Diablo Towers, Hell’s peacekeeping force, Elias made it very clear he didn’t appreciate that wenearly erased the witch covens from existence.
He couldn’t exactly reprimand us since Hell has no authority over us. The Horsemen aren’t obligated to follow their rules. But Angel, ever the diplomat, agreed to play along, more than happy to help the Diablo Towers make our world safer. He assured Elias that we weren’t plotting any more wars and world domination wasn’t part of our five-year plan.
When he left, Elias was relieved that he wouldn’t have to prepare for doomsday in his first week on the job.
It’s safe to say my first year as a free citizen of the universe has been chaotic.
Angel tips his head back, warm sunlight gracing his beautiful skin.
My eyes follow the droplets still clinging to him from when he stood under the waterfall. One bead slides down the firm plane of his chest, slipping between the rugged ridges on his stomach before disappearing behind the sharp V under his swim shorts.
The sight is so tempting, I have to brace myself before I slide down his body and trace that V with my tongue.
The image that pops in my head is so vivid I don’t even realize I’ve moved until I’m straddling his powerful thighs, my hands braced on his chest. Angel wraps his arms around my waist, dragging me closer.
I trace the sharp curve of his jaw with my fingertip, tilting my head. “Are you tired of me already?”
The warmth in his gaze melts into something darker. “What makes you think that?”
His grip tightens, and heat sparks low in my belly. My tiny bikini bottoms are already damp, and his crooked grin does nothing to help.
“You haven’t kissed me in twelve whole minutes. I don’t like that you’re not obsessing over me.”
