At the bottom of the stairs, Okot keeps hold of me, and I relax against his back. Lots of fae give us weird looks, but I don’t care at all. They’re just jealous they don’t have a bull boy to walk for them. “Can you just carry me everywhere? This is so much better.” I feel more than hear Okot’s rumbled laughter against my chest. “It would be my pleasure, my beloved.”
