Page 93 of Karma

“I don’t know,” says Sebastien. “I didn’t think he would come to the ceremony. Maybe he’s at home with Loni.”

“Yeah. Sounds about right. I’ll have to try him there. Thanks.”

“No problem. You need anything, you can come to me. You know that, Dal. Right?”

He nods absently. “Course I do. It’s just… it’s fine.” Rubbing his thumb along the black spade tattoo on the side of his neck, Dallas mutters, “It better fucking be.”

Then, with a quick nod, he keeps on going, heading for his car.

I look up at my husband. "What's that about?”

Sebastien frowns, following Dallas as he makes it to his car, jerking the door open and slipping inside. “I’m not sure. But it’s okay. I’ll call Adrian later and find out.”

“You’re a good friend, babe,” I tell him, patting his chest.

Turning away from Dallas, he peers down at me. “What about ‘husband’?”

I lay my hand over his heart. “The fucking best.”

He laughs. “Shit. I’m such a bad influence on you, love. You never cursed until you met me.”

“Not quite. I never cursed where one of the Owed could hear me and judge me,” I point out. “But then I finally met one who was the least judgmental asshole I’ve ever met in my life. Plus, he curses like a sailor. It’s shocking.” I snuggle into him again. “I like it.”

“I’m still an asshole, though.”

That’s what he thinks. I disagree, but while I’m working on unraveling years of brainwashing of my own, Sebastien is doing the same. Good thing we have each other to escape the complete hold the Order has on us…

“Yeah, but you’remyasshole.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

“An asshole?” I tease.

“No, love.Yours.”

I turn around, moving my arms so that I can throw them around his neck. “For a year?”

His eyes flash even though he knows I’m teasing. “Forever.”

I grin. “Just checking, babe. Just checking.”