Page 141 of Samhain Savior

Archer frowned, his head tilting in a gesture that was reminiscent of Mal.

“Do you not know?” he asked. “My witch. My love. Your life and mine are tied together in all ways. We are one, and from the moment we bonded, we were entwined for eternity.” Cupping my face in his hands gently, Archer smiled. “That means as long as my heart is beating, so, too, will yours.” Laughing at the surprise on my face, Archer pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re never getting rid of me, Delilah. That I can promise.”

The joy that filled me was nearly incandescent. It had been my secret fear, the fact that my mortal life would be so short. That I would grow old and die while Archer, my mate, would go on with his unending existence. Knowing that our bond meant that I could now share that life with him was a gift I could never have imagined.

“Thank you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.

“Always.”

Below us, the bonfire roared, sparks rising like stars into the night. The villagers’ laughter drifted up the hill, carried on the cool breath of autumn.

Samhain had come, the turning of the year, and with it, a new beginning.

And as I stood with my mate, staring across the village that I would make my home, I knew that no matter what came our way, we’d be alright.

Because we would face it together.

The End.