And loved. So, so loved.
I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but I do know it won’t be like the past. History won’t repeat itself this time around.
I have my guys, immortality, and lifetimes upon lifetimes to perfect our happily ever after.
And nothing will stand in my way.
EPILOGUE
THEA
“Ijust don’t want you to be disappointed.” Krystian ruffles his hair, a frown marring his perfect lips.
“I won’t be,” I assure him as anticipation thrums through my veins.
I lick my lips, practically salivating at this point.
Rafe and Everett exchange amused looks before refocusing on me.
“You’re so cute sometimes,” Everett says with a rueful chuckle and a head shake.
“All the time.” Rafe’s grin broadens when I stick my tongue out at him.
He’s been doing that more often—smiling. It’s…magical to see, the way it completely transforms his face.
I’d like to think my presence in their lives brought about that change, but I don’t think it’s the only factor. With Ares imprisoned, Aphrodite dead, and the gods in disarray, no one argued with us reopening the compound to volunteers willing to fight with us. So far, we have over one hundred teams that have trained to protect the innocents from the supernatural world.
Fuck the gods and their bets.
Maybe, in time, we’ll be able to wake the other sleeping teams. There are dozens of them hidden away deep within the compound—a discovery that still makes me squeamish to this day. For now, this will have to do.
My guys still help when they can, but usually, they’re spending their time training the recruits.
Which means lots and lots of free time.
Surprisingly, Athena agreed to also teach at the makeshift academy we created in the ruins of the old compound. It makes sense that the Goddess of Wisdom will have a class on war strategies.
“Come on,” I whine, pouting. “I want it in my mouth.”
Zaid coughs to hide his laugh, a red flush on his cheeks.
“Fighting words, shortstack.” Krystian finally reaches into the popcorn bucket. “I’m going to throw it.”
“Ready.” I automatically open my mouth, waiting.
“You know, I have a better idea of what you can put in that sweet mouth of yours…” Rafe suggests with a dark smirk.
Without breaking eye contact with Krystian, I swat at my blood fae.
No one will ruin this moment for me.
“You ready?” Krystian arches an eyebrow.
“Ready,” I respond.
Or at least, I try to, but it’s kind of difficult with my mouth already open.
Krystian winds up dramatically and then tosses the buttery piece of popcorn at my mouth. I shift slightly in order to catch it and feel a deep sense of accomplishment when I do. Triumphantly, I raise both fists in the air.
