“Callie.”
I jerk my head up at the sound of Lucas’s voice. He comes to me, taking me in his arms and putting his lips to mine. One hand lands on my stomach, and I hook my arms around him.
“How did you—” Lucas cuts off, seeing Lucifer behind me. He doesn’t trust him and doesn’t think I should, either. He’s mad Lucifer vacated Hell, leaving me in a vulnerable position.
“I got really mad, accidentally summoned a demon, kinda blew up Scott’s office, and then Lucifer showed up.”
Lucas’s beautiful dark blue eyes lock with mine for a moment. “A typical Monday for you, then.”
My lips curve into a smile, and tears well in my eyes. “You’re okay?” I ask him, running my hand over the burned fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. He was shot in the back of his shoulder, too, tearing his clothes and staining them with his own blood that spilled before he healed.
“I’m fine, my love.” His eyes leave mine and look at Lucifer. I turn, too, wanting to thank my uncle again. “What’s the plan now?”
“You two love birds go outside,” Lucifer tells us. “Leave this to me.”“Lucas, I—”
“Shhh,” he soothes, pushing his hand under my shirt, fingers going to the indent of my spine. “It’s okay.”
I take in a shaky breath and rest my head against his chest. We’re standing outside the police station, waiting for Lucifer to come out, though I’m starting to get the feeling he’s going to fly away and I won’t see him again for god knows how long. Binx is in a frozen flowerbed that wasn’t cleared out before winter, chasing a mouse. I swear he loves being a cat more than he likes being a badass spirit.
“It’s not,” I go on. “I cast a soundproof spell on the office because I was so angry I didn’t want anyone to hear what was going on and try to stop me. If I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have gotten arrested and shot and burned and—”
“Callie.” Lucas cups my face in his hands and turns my head up to his, shutting me up with a kiss. “I’m here now, and I’m fine. And so are you. Breathe, my love. I can hear your heart racing.”
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. “Remember when the biggest thing we had to worry about was the Grand Coven wanting to sentence me to death for dating you? I was pretty damn scared then, but it seems like such a small problem now, considering I keep accidentally using my angel powers and alerting Heaven and Hell of my whereabouts.” I swallow hard, throat feeling tight from anxiety. “The more angel power I wield, the more of a ticking time bomb I become, and in this it’s a literal bomb. I could have hurt someone.”
“Did you?”
“No, Ella and Scott were unconscious but alive when we left.”
“That’s a shame.”
I give Lucas a pointed look. “I could hurt someone, and every time I use a lot of power like that, it’s sending out another hey, here I am! beacon to the other angels.”
“What are you getting at?” He holds me at arm’s length, looking into my eyes.
“Maybe I should take that potion, but not just once. From now until Elena is born, we could hide out at your place in France and go to all those incredible museums all over Europe. Anything I do puts her at risk, and I love her so much already, Lucas, and I know you do, too.”
“Binding your powers from now until June is a terrible idea,” he tells me. “As much as I want to say I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, we both know you need your powers, even if we are hiding out having sex all day long in France.”
“You had to add in the sex part, didn’t you?” A smile slowly starts to creep onto my face, easing some of the tension.
“Of course. If we’re hiding, we’re going to entertain ourselves with primal, passionate, all-day love making.”
“Now I really want to hide out in France.”
He kisses me again. “If the angels come to Thorne Hill, then take the potion. Your powers, Callie…it’s more than a safety issue. Your powers are part of who you are. You are a witch from your mother’s side, and angelic from your father’s. You are my wife, and I love you just the way you are.”
“Dammit,” I mutter as tears start falling. Lucas wipes them away with his thumbs and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m so lucky to have you,” I whisper.
“I’m the lucky one,” he whispers back.
Sirens ring out around us, and we look out to see four squad cars tearing out of the police station parking lot. I inhale and slowly let my breath out, feeling better the longer I stand here with Lucas.