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“I don't remember signing one.”

“Verbal agreement.”

“Bullshit.”

“Devil law.”

“Also bullshit.”

I grin.

Fuck, I love this woman.

Her hand finds mine. Our magic sparks instantly.

Gold.

Red.

Warm.

Alive.

Then her eyes soften because she knows exactly where my attention goes next. Her stomach. I can't fucking help it.

Belinda takes my hand and places it there. Everything else disappears.

The party.

The music.

The Headless Horseman currently galloping past the front windows while his severed head shouts something about someone owing him twenty dollars.

All of it.

Gone.

There is only Belinda. And me. And the impossible little life we've made together.

My throat tightens.

“You okay?” she whispers.

“No.”

Concern flashes across her face.

I pull her closer.

“I'm so fucking happy I don't know what to do with it.”

Her expression immediately softens.

“Damian.”

“I didn't think I'd get this.”

I swallow.