The Necromancer’s Bride

I take a large step across the flowing water and he catches me in his arms. “No. My family loves me, and we love each other. We will love our children. And that’s everything we need.”

Meremon presses my left hand tightly to his chest, the black mark directly over his heart. I feeling it thumping, strong and regular, beneath my fingertips. My belly presses against him and he smiles down at me. “You are exactly right, deliciae. We have everything we need between us.”

I go up on tiptoe and kiss his warm, smiling mouth. “We do. Let’s go home.”