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This is our life now. Magical bonds and shadow creatures with LinkedIn profiles. A cat who might be evolving into middle management. A sentient stone that won’t stop singing from three blocks away. Keith’s PowerPoints. Carl’s Yelp reviews.

It’s chaotic and complicated and absolutely nothing like what I imagined my life would be.

“Rianne?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know,” I say, then grin. “I can literally feel it.”

“That’s cheating.”

“That’s marriage. Or pre-marriage. Whatever we are.”

“We’re us,” he says simply. “Rianne and Stenrik. Chaos and control. Jokes and analysis.”

“Disasters,” I correct.

“Perfect disasters.”

Perfect.