Fated to the Phantom (Sombra Demons, #4)

by Sarah Spade

“Oh.” I shudder out a breath at the sight of the beauty lying on her back. “Was ever a male as lucky as I?”

“For nine centuries, I dreamed of this moment,” I breathe out. “Won’t you wake, my mate, so I can see the color of your eyes?”

“Beautiful and powerful,” I whisper reverentially. “As if I had any doubts that you were born to be mine.”

I turned him down gently, mainly because—to put it bluntly—I don’t shit where I eat.

🤣🤣

My Hope tends to misplace some of her trinkets. Once I’ve seen where she keeps them, I try to move them back. Those jingling bits of metal belong on the hook by the door to her home, while her favored foot coverings must stay together. And the ‘mote’ she’s always searching for… to see her smile when she finds it on the edge of her chair where I placed it for her makes my chest swell with pride.

I would marry him on the spot. As a neurodivergent girly, this is so fucking helpful 😭

Until I saw from Hope’s ‘movie’ about a flying human child that a ‘kiss’ is one of those small nuts that fall from those verdant trees so different from the ash trees back in Sombra.

💀💀

“God, you’re so fucking cute. And I must be crazy because I’m dreaming about a monster and thinking he’s cute.

He said he was a phantom. He thinks I’m his wife. And I just summoned him into my living room after reading something that was called a ‘true love’ spell.

“So… again, just checking… but that sickness from the other day? That’s because I’m your mate, but we haven’t slept together yet? And that, when we do, not only will that stop happening, but I get a gorgeous demon for a forever husband, who will never cheat, never stray, never get tired of me watching the same damn movie every night… and we can stay here?” “Yes. Yes, all that is correct,” I tell her. “Oh.” She leans back into her seat, then pushes forward, rising to her feet. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

I like your style, Hope 🤣

“Have you ever done this before? Mated?” “I waited for my mate, Hope. I waited for you.”

“There doesn’t have to be a reason, Hope. Sending demons after the good guys, putting them in chains or threatening to… that’s just what the demon dickhead does.”

I fucking love Shannon 🤣

Duke Haures’s monstrous features soften as he looks at his mate, and I get the vibe that the story of their mating is probably even more complicated than mine and Sammael’s.

I swear to the gods if this author teases me with that godsdamned story one more time...JUST GIVE IT TO ME