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Tor strode out of the bathroom with me wrapped around him, rough hands under my ass, his jaw clenched. Possibly because my boobs jiggled with every step he took.2

I yelped when Tor threw me onto the bed in his room, my back slamming into the mattress, bouncing me a few inches into the air.

“Pussy,” he growled and pinned me down as he buried his face between my legs.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CAT

Tor was a domestic god who’d put on a whole spread for breakfast. It wasn’t, as he said, only pussy on offer. But he feasted on me like I was ambrosia and he was—well, a god.

When I was stuffed full,1 I sat back in the chair, my back to Death’s chest. Both Tor and Miz watched me, telling me Death had somehow filled them in about the bleeding and pain and the video I mentioned.

“I can’t tell you anything about it,” I said, looking at the smears of strawberry on my plate. “I’m not even sure I can ask you to watch it without bleeding. Just—my password is 1402. It’s in my camera roll.”

I slid my phone onto the table, my shoulders hunching as Tor delicately picked it up, putting in my password. It wasn’t hard to find. I’d hardly been taking hundreds of photos this past week; there were four screenshots of pipe lines and then the screen recording. I flinched when the familiar audio played, my own voice hollow and tinny as I spoke to Virgil, promising everything would be okay, that I’d get him out of there.

Death wrapped his hand around the back of my head, pressing my face into his shoulder, a hundred kisses draped over the crown of my head. “I’m so sorry, little one.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, flinching with every minute of the video, with the empty rasp of Virgil’s sparse responses. The call had cut off after precisely three minutes, right in the middle of a promise I made to my brother.

Don’t worry, poet, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get you out of—

“Fuck,” Tor said when it finished, his voice guttural.

Misery was beside me in a second, kneeling at the side of Death’s chair, pulling my hand into both of his, kisses fanning over my knuckles. “Do you want me to take the pain away?”

I swallowed, the temptation already tipping my head into a nod. But I sighed, “No. I need the pain. I don’t want to forget what she’s done. I need to hold onto it.”

“We’re gonna find him,” Tor said, his voice rough with anger. “You know that, right Cat? We’ll find him. I fucking swear it.”

His vow made my heart hurt. I could only nod, more tears burning my eyes before they bled free, dripping off the end of my chin.

“I can’t lose him, too,” I said in a choked voice. “Not after Byron and you three.”

“You never lost us,” Death was quick to reply, his strong arms tightening around me. “We lost our way a little, but we’re back where we were always supposed to be.”

“I never—” I began, but Death silenced me with a kiss, his fingers tilting my face up with a firm grip on my chin.

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he said against my lips, his intensity making my heart pound. “We know you didn’t mean it. We know the words weren’t yours.”

“I should have figured it out sooner,” Misery muttered, another kiss skimming my knuckles. “I knew something was wrong when we saw you after the creature’s first attack. I knew she had done something. I should have put the pieces together weeks ago; the curse might have stopped you loving us but it didn’t erase the time we spent together, the secrets we shared, the orgasms I gave you.”

“So many,” I said with a laugh, unable to stop crying. “So, so many.”

I tried to glare at Miz but couldn’t quite manage it with him kneeling before me, looking concerned and rumpled and so perfectly sweet that I never wanted to let him go. That man was dangerous though—one moment you were perfectly safe from a kink, the next it’s all you can think about.

“It didn’t, you know,” I breathed when a sombre atmosphere settled over us again. “Stop me loving you. It never did.”

Wood screeched as Tor threw his chair back, stalking around the table. “Can’t fucking stand being so far away from you.” He caught my right hand in his, squeezing tight as he captured my lips in a featherlight kiss. “And you better get used to all those orgasms, beautiful, because I’m never letting you go again, and I know these bastards feel the same.”

“You’re ours for life, death, and everything in between,” Death agreed. “Our forever bride.”

“I’ll be watching you, always,” Miz murmured, resting his forehead against my hand, gazing up at me lovingly. Promising to … stalk me?

“Uh, thanks,” I replied, sure he didn’t mean always. Miz was a god—he had better things to do than follow me around for the rest of my life.

My life—fuck, if we really did this, they’d have to watch me grow old and then die.

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