Page 125 of Galen

“Are we fully bonded now?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nuzzled the side of my head.

“Did my blood taste good?”

His raspy laugh settled over my heart. “Yes. The best I’ve had.”

“Good,” I said, smug.

Galen kissed the knuckles of my left hand, lingering on the scar now in place of my index finger. It didn’t hurt anymore. His healing magic had eased the pain. It would take some getting used to though. I hadn’t realized how much I used that finger until it was gone.

“Do you think Raiden will leave any of Clara’s lemon bars for us?” I asked, unmoving beside him as the sun came in through the wall of windows.

“Probably not.” His fingers lazily combed through my hair.

With my head on his chest, I heard the beating of his heart. Heard his soft intakes of air. I heard something else too.

“Are you purring?” I asked in shock.

“It’s Wrath.” Galen skimmed his thumb along my cheek. “He loves you.”

I recalled the pitch-black eyes I’d stared into while in the underworld. Remembered the low whine he’d emitted as his wings enveloped me.

“I love him too,” I said, warmth pooling into my belly at the revelation.

I once cursed the day that creepy box came into my store. It had been the catalyst that led to everything—my attack, being human-napped by a six-foot-eight Nephilim with the sexiest voice I’d ever heard and the softest touch, falling in love with him. That damn box had thrown me into a whole new world. While this new world was terrifying at times, it had led me to Galen. He was grumpy and beautiful and all mine.

If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing.

I would choose Galen over and over again.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“We live.”

Galen’s lips slanted over mine, and we kissed. It was gentle. Unrushed.

We had eternity, after all.

The End