Page 320 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

He tilts his head and regards me with a sad smile.

“Soon,” he repeats, an edge to his words. “For now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“You too. I got some on you too.” I point to where our chests meet and where his seed now stains both of our bodies.

“Race you to the bathroom,” he suddenly says as he deposits me to the side and jumps off the bed.

“Oh, you want to lose, you puny human?” I call out and teleport myself to the bathroom.

By the time he opens the door, I’m already in the tub, laughing at him.

“You’re not playing fair,” he accuses me as he stands by the tub, his hands on his hips. His male part is on eye level with me and already starting to harden.

“You may take it up with the GR.”

“GR?” He frowns.

“Gods resources.”

It takes him a second to get the pun, but once he does, he howlers with laughter.

We spend a rather ungodlyamount of time in the tub, washing then playing with the bubbles from the soap. Like the good husband-to-be he is, when we’re done, he dries me and puts on my nightgown before doing the same to himself. After such a long interlude, sleep comes surprisingly easy.

Sometime in the night, my eyes snap open as a feeling of dread courses down my spine. I stand up, breathing hard. Was it another dream? I cannot remember.

Something moves in front of the bed, and as I glance up, I note it’s Mine.

Confused, I raise my voice to ask, “What are you doing?”

But he doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze falls upon me with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I slowly realize that the bed is not empty. There is a figure lying next to me…

With a gulp, I force myself to look and a gasp escapes my lips when I see his body lying there. He’s here, but he’s also there? How can this be?

The truth hits me as I reach out to shake him awake. His flesh is no longer warm and alive. It’s icy cold and growing colder by the second.

My heart pounds in my chest as I place two fingers on his throat, searching for a pulse. But deep down, I already know the answer.

No… Please, no…

I turn to face the form standing at the foot of the bed.

“You…you’re dead,” I whisper hoarsely.

He closes his eyes and gives a small nod.

A chill runs down my spine as I sense another presence in the room.

The messenger. He has come to take him from me.

“No! You can’t leave,” I plead desperately as I leap out of bed.

He takes a step back, moving away from me and toward the ethereal being that seeks to steal him from my grasp.

“Mine? No…please don’t go,” I beg through tears, my voice breaking with emotion.

The messenger materializes in the corner of the room, his intent clear.

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