“Yes?” we both answer in unison before burstinginto laughter.
“You two are giving me a bigger headache than my rambunctious hatchlings,” K’haram rumbles, his booming voice thundering in the sky.
His voice is no longer an echo in my mind. It’s loud and clear and thick with perpetual mirth.
“Liar,” I whisper in glee as I caress the scales at the base of his neck and feel the satisfied vibrations of his purring.
There are no headaches in Eimiryia.
No pain.
No fear.
No anxiety.
None of those disturbing emotions that abound in Imiryion.
Eimirya is truly a place of ever after. A realm of peace and fulfillment.
My mother is here.
The one I never met in this form.
So are the former Fae Gods. Our inner circle.
Memories of our first meeting flash through my brain. The strangeness of knowing them from eons ago and yet never having seen them in my life. The last one, at least.
Realizing that all my rage and sorrow had melted into acceptance.
And then the shock of having our shadows take the permanence of our former selves.
In Eimiryia they were no longer confined to our flesh, free to live their happy ending.
Our happy ending.
A swish of air and swirls of crimson staining the edges of my vision pull me out of my reverie.
Akaori materializes between us on the dragon, landing gracefully on Aeon’s lap, her legs dangling over his as she wraps her arms around his neck. His lips are upon hers in a crushing kiss the very next second, mine tingling with the phantom touch.
K’haram grumbles from the added weight on his back, but he holds his tongue.
“Aimee. Lizard,” Akaori acknowledges us with a slight lift of her lips as Aeon continues peppering kisses down her neck.
“Fanged nuisance,” K’haram responds with a low growl, and both me and Aeon chuckle at their bickering.
Some things truly never change. Killian and Akaori’s relationship with our dragon being one.
The name-calling still continues, even after all this time. Yet I know there’s never any ill intent behind their sharp exchanges.
“Is there any particular reason you’re breaking my back right now, vampire? You know onlymy Omrimay ride me.”
“I’m not riding you, toad, I’m ridingmyAeon,” Akaori answers, wiggling her ass into Aeon’s lap to emphasize her point, eliciting a groan from him. I peek over my shoulder as she traces his jagged scar with a finger before kissing the end of it, right below his cheekbone.
“How I love your beauty mark, umbra,” she whispers sultrily against his skin.
“You’d better since it’s your doing,” Aeon chuckles, squeezing her sides.
“You did what?” I ask, perplexed. What does he mean she did it?
