“You and me,” I repeated as Azrael made a little mewing sound. “I think he likes it.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “The benevolent angel of death seems about right. The product of life and death.”
I hummed, exhaustion and bone-deep contentment softening my body into sleepy wakefulness.
“Thank you,” Priest said again, tipping his head down so he could look me directly in the eye, his entire hand tenderly palming the back of Azrael’s head as he moved. “Thank you for bringin’ me back, for givin’ me so fuckin’ much to live for.”
Tears sluiced down my cheeks, cleansing and renewing as a baptism. I pulled my man close to me, pressing a kiss to his beautiful, unsmiling mouth as we both held our baby close, and I knew that no matter our unconventionality, the sins of our past, or the tribulations that faced us in our future, my psycho and I were deserving of a soft epilogue and a very fucking happy ending.
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