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“You love it.” He slides his elbow onto the counter and looks at me with a flushed, smug face and swollen lips. His scruff has grown back. Combined with that messy, longish hair, I’m staring at the face of my perfect man.

“I do,” I whisper, gazing into his eyes.

“Better stop with the eye fucking, Leila,” he growls. “If you want this cake made.”

I grin. He finger-combs my messy hair, then claps his hands and stares at the floury mess. “What do you need?”

“New bowl and ingredients for a pound cake.”

He rattles off a list of items, impressing me with his memory. It’s a simple cake, but he remembers it from our youth. While he collects fresh ingredients, I clean the bench and start again. We work in companionable silence for a while. It’s nice. It gives me the courage to finally as a question that’s been driving me crazy.

“Zeke?”

“Mm?” He looks up from where he greases a baking tray.

“What does huckleberry mean?”

He deadpans. “What?”

“I mean. I know Doc Holliday says it in the movie, but I don’t get it. Is it Huckleberry Finn, or like—”

“Leila!” He gapes. “Are you telling me you’ve not understood all this time?”

I bite my lip, smiling.

His face turns serious, and he gesticulates between us as he explains. “It means I’m the guy you call when you need someone to back you up. I’m the one who gets to fightforyou. Anything you need, I’m there. I’m your man.”

“So… not Huckleberry Finn?”

“No!” Exasperated, he grabs my face and pinches my cheeks. “I mean. I don’t know where it came from. It’s a Wild West thing.”

“I still don’t get it.” I pat his jaw. “But I love you too, Huck.”

* * *

The entire crew sits at a long wooden table in the dining hall. Everyone from Team Saint and every Sinner. The Rev chose to sit with Magpies at another table, enjoying her silence. The only sound is clanking as dinner dishes are washed in the kitchen. And now the quiet conversation at our table.

“I can’t believe we’re all here.” I smile at all of them. “We did it.”

Raven’s eyes are shadowed with pain. But she refuses to let Thea heal her. Dom sits awkwardly on the bench seat, darting a glance at Raven every so often. Zeke is by my side, looking at the slice of warm cake and a dollop of cream on his plate with hungry eyes.

“Now?” he asks.

“Not yet. I have something I want to say.”

Mercy still isn’t happy with me, but I talked it over with Zeke, and it’s time for the truth. Wes and Thea don’t know what I’m about to do. They’re sitting at the end of the table, close together like newlyweds. Cisco is out of his clerics and in a hoodie and sweats. I can’t get used to it. But I see him glancing at Mercy every now and again, almost as though he’s confused about something.

Tawny whines and taps her fork on her plate. “Hurry. I’m starving! This looks so yummy.”

“You just ate a full meal.” Thea frowns. “How can you bestarving?”

“She has hollow legs,” Mercy sighs, casting an envious look at our tall blond assassin next door.

“I can’t help it if I have a fast metabolism.”

“Guys!” I stand and clang my fork on the plate, grabbing their attention.

All eyes shift my way. I don’t want the entire dining hall to hear, even though I can trust them. I sit down and look at my cake as I speak. “I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone. Even our absent friends, new and old. Asmodeus, and I dare say, the apocalypse was stopped because of all of us working together.”