I turned and looked at him.
His eyes were light.
“Mael.”
I pulled my hand away, and even if I had already expected it, the diamond ring glinting on my finger still surprised me.
“I’m not asking,” he said. “Asking means you have a choice in the matter. You don’t.”
This was such a Mael thing to say. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I could feel his heart racing through his shirt. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly,” he answered, his eyes focused intently on me. “You’re going to be my wife.”
I nodded as the first tear fell from my eyes. He cupped my cheek and wiped it away.
“Okay,” I said because that was all that needed to be said.
He smiled. “Okay.”
* * *
We were marrieda month later in a small ceremony, with Theo in attendance as our witness, and it was absolutely perfect.
It wasn’t exactly the kind of wedding I had imagined myself having, but with Mael by my side, I realized it was okay…
No, more than okay.
It was everything.
EPILOGUE
Mael
Seven Months Later
“What doyou think a retired hitman is supposed to do for fun?” I asked, leaning back against my chair, swiveling around on it.
Theo glanced at me sideways. I knew he was getting annoyed with me, and I grinned. Tough.
I wasn’t fucking leaving.
I was so fucking bored, especially since Lia decided she wanted to take some classes or shit “to find her passion,” as she put it.
She didn’t need to find her passion when she had me. I was her passion, just as she was mine, but my girl was insistent. So now, she was off to a pottery class, and I was fucking bored out of my mind.
I could find something—someone—to kill, but I was sure Lia wouldn’t like that. Plus, I was trying to be good, whatever the fuck that meant.
I didn’t kill the fucker who cut me off on my way over to the crematorium, so that was an improvement.
“Why don’t you take a vacation?” Theo suggested.
I grabbed a piece of paper he had lying on the desk nearby. I didn’t bother to read more than a few lines—something about taxes on his business. Boring. Instead, I attempted to make a paper airplane.
Theo slapped my hand and grabbed the paper away when I barely got in the first fold.
“You’re annoying,” he muttered. “Why don’t you try opening a business? I’m sure that would keep you occupied.”
