Page 89 of Fangs for the Memories
Ferenc
Whatever else Dominik is, he will never, ever leave something undone. It’s part of being a vampire, his obsessive nature not something he can hide from anyone who knows him like I do.
Sometimes you have to trust. Not all the time, not most humans or even most monsters. But this time, I will trust myself. My beautiful Grace is in pup, and nothing can stop me from being with her. Not even the ridiculously named Monster Force.
“Together?” Grace looks up at me, her eyes shining bright with tears.
I trace my thumb over her cheek, wiping them away as swiftly as they fall.
“Always. You are my mate, kedves. I would move mountains, cross oceans, stop the clocks in order to be by your side.”
“I think you have.”
Growls and snarls alert me to my two guards, who have remained by Graces’s side as I ordered and are attempting to hold back the idiot humans behind the door. I approach them.
“Stand back,” I bellow. “I’m coming out.”
Both of my wolves stare at me.
“Stay calm,” I reassure them. “This won’t take long.”
After all, I have a vampire to back me up.
They release the door and it swings open. Outside the street is filled with vehicles, their blue lights strobing the buildings in the dull morning light. There are a considerable number of humans, many of them clad in black and all with weapons.
But there are other lights and cameras, all trained on us.
I tuck Grace behind me. Humans have always been unpredictable, and regardless of anything I might say or do, the one thing I will not be doing today is trusting them.
“That’s him, that’s the monster,” a human calls out.
A voice I recognise. The human who dared to call himself Grace’s mate.
“No.” Grace pushes past me. “He is not a monster.” She puts herself in front of me despite my efforts. “The only monster here, Mark, is you.” She stands defiantly on the doorstep. “So, why don’t you tell them about how you left me a week before our wedding? How you were sleeping with your secretary all the time I was organising our wedding, how you mercilessly took my business from me, and how you tried to get me back because she’s pregnant and no longer interested in your tiny cock?”
Grace’s chest is heaving, but I have her hand in mine, and I give it a gentle squeeze.
“Then perhaps we can talk about the male who saved me, who showed me only kindness and respect. Who kept me safe and who followed me here in order to make a life together.”
A strange sort of silence descends on the street. A chill wind blows down it, a wind which resolves itself into the form of Dominik, immediately behind the human who would think he can best a monster.
Dominik nods at me then winds his way through the humans until he finds one and hands him a piece of paper.
The human reads it as the silence goes on.
“You deserve the best possible life, my kedves,” I murmur in Grace’s ear. “Because mine was nothing without you.”
I wrap my arms around her, tilting her face to mine as I capture her ruby lips with a kiss.
“You brought me back, Ferenc,” she says. “You showed me what love is. Seretlék, my mate.”
My heart crashes against my ribs at her words. I, too, thought I knew what love was, but here, with Grace in my arms, I realise I had only scratched the surface.
Love is all consuming, all knowing, and all giving. And I have it all here, now, with her.
Even if I’m probably going to be shot down in a hail of silver bullets at any moment.
A small ripple of applause breaks out. I can’t help but growl at the way it interrupts my time with my mate. The applause grows and there are a few whoops.
