Page 113 of Unnatural Fate

Tyr liked to trace them with his little fingers and call them train tracks or a tree.

“When are you adding our names to the scars?” he asked, cupping my face.

“When you want me to.”

“Now.” He brought his mouth to mine.

“Now?” I asked. We’d talked about adding to the marks we’d exchanged with a blood ritual. “I don’t have a ceremonial knife on me.”

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Dominic?” I asked in a playful tone but entirely serious.

“If that’s what you want to call it. Yes.” There was no hesitation in his statement. He’d left behind the prophecy and all doubt.

“Tomorrow, then. New moon and new life.”

“Mine.”

“In this life and all others,” I confirmed.

And this time, I believed it.

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