I expect you to own your feelings and be upfront with me in all matters. And whether it’s Witchwood or the Underworld Market, stop letting me drag you to places full of triggers.” She leans over and cups my head in her hands. “You’re mine. Both of you. And. I. Am. Yours.” Darkness explodes out of me. I drag her off the bench and into my arms, raining kisses all over her. Thank you, goddess, I repeat over and over to the one who answered my prayers.
