Sett and his King (Demon Gods #3)

30. Sett

A Year Later

" Y ou're the best." Mrs. Joyce beamed at Drew and patted his hand.

"He really is," I agreed.

Drew groaned. "I really am not," he said.

"Are you kidding? My skin has never looked better. And it's all thanks to your wonderful concoctions."

Drew smiled and turned away from Mrs. Joyce, one of the many frequent customers who couldn't live without "Drew's Brews" that consisted of anything from beauty potions, to health elixirs, to problem-solving remedies.

Whatever a witch and other creatures needed, Drew could provide.

"Thanks, Mrs. Joyce. I can't take all the credit. Yaya does a lot too."

"But you're the mastermind behind everything," I said.

Mrs. Joyce nodded. "I love Penelope but even she says you come up with everything. You're the best potion witch in town. The country even," Mrs. Joyce said.

"The world, one might say," I added.

Drew huffed. "I'm definitely not the best. But I try. And as long as my potions help you I don't care if I'm the best anything," he said.

"You should!" Mrs. Joyce wagged her finger. "The best should charge more. And you definitely could do with charging more premium prices."

He'd been told this a hundred times over but Drew refused to raise his prices. He thought doing so would prevent people from reaching out and getting the help they needed.

He really didn't want any witch, familiar, or any other Nightcrawler to suffer. And after everything he'd been through, who could blame him?

"That will never happen," he said and gave Mrs. Joyce her change.

"Keep it. Treat your husband here to a nice dinner or something," she said and pulled back before Drew could shove the change into one of her pockets.

Drew laughed. "Yaya would have a heart attack. She makes the nicest dinners ever. Why would we have food elsewhere."

Mrs. Joyce shrugged.

"Then buy some nice underwear or sex toys. I don't know. Treat yourself."

I burst out laughing and Drew's cheeks went red.

"Hmmm. I think we need to talk about boundaries next time, Mrs. Joyce."

"Pftt. Boundaries, smoundaries. You need to spoil yourselves rotten. Pip-pip." She waved and the door opened by itself to let her out and we were left laughing as the door shut itself.

"She's crazy," Drew said.

"She's lovely," I told him.

"That too."

The view outside the windows changed like a projector in a cinema and we went from London to New York in an instant, and as soon as we did, Mrs. Black entered the shop.

"Oh thank the goddess. I was desperate," she said and collapsed on the chair by the counter while Drew bagged her order.

Drew's Brews was an international affair, thanks to Spiti. After both Drew and I started a therapy group to help us and all the other men Horus had enslaved, with all the trauma we'd been through and my deep depression, Drew realized he wanted to help others with his gift and I wanted nothing more for him than to make all his dreams come true.

So it didn't take long for the house to create a new wing that acted as a shop front. It had everything a potion witch might need. Stoves, cauldrons, ingredients and a register with change for any currency.

All Drew needed to do from there on, was figure out what potions he needed to make and stock up before he started trading.

Naturally it didn't take long for word to spread and for Drew's potions to become sought after the world over.

"Here you go. This one's on the house," Drew said and Mrs. Black thanked him repeatedly before she left the store. "Poor thing. I really hope her son gets better soon. There's only so much my potions can do to help."

I walked around the counter and hugged him tightly.

"You're the sweetest man in the whole world," I whispered in his ear before I kissed his neck.

I'd missed this. Holding him. I might wake up to him every day and go to bed with him every night but it was never enough. It never would be.

Our therapist said we were co-dependent. She had a lot more theories about my attachment to Drew but I'd called bullshit on half of them as soon as she spoke them.

All I needed to know and all I needed Drew to know was that I loved him and would always love him. He wasn't a replacement for Ra. He wasn't second best. He was my king. My husband. My soulmate and that was all that mattered to me.

"Aw you too. You're sickly sweet," Yaya said and walked in from the back with a letter in her hands.

"Yaya!" Drew groaned.

"What? I didn't say it was bad. You're adorable but it's sickening. Especially for those of us who don't have anyone to love us like you love each other."

Drew raised an eyebrow at Yaya. "Are you trying to say you want to date again, Yaya? Because that can be arranged."

"Don't be silly. How could I possibly date when I can't leave this house."

Drew shrugged. "I didn't have to leave the house to fall in love."

"Correction," she said. "You didn't need to leave the bedroom to fall in love."

Drew gasped and I laughed out loud.

"What? Where is the lie?" she asked.

Drew didn't dignify that with an answer and instead snatched the letter from Yaya's hand.

"They sent another one?" he asked and pulled the postcard from inside.

"Yeah. They're in Japan. We should drop by," Yaya said and Drew passed the postcard to me.

It was a picture of Ani and Gene surrounded by cherry blossoms and on the back it read: We're having a blast. I'm getting so much inspiration for my next project and Ani has made friends with some Shinigami, Japanese death spirits, and they hang out a lot, judging dead people, helping them into the afterlife and stuff. Hope to see you all soon. Gene x.

"Sounds like they're having a great time," I said.

Gene and Ani had grown closer and closer since we rescued them. They weren't getting married any time soon, they were far too young—well, Gene was—and I agreed with Yaya but whether they made it official or not, we all knew those two were meant for each other just like Drew and I were meant to be together.

"Exactly, so let's not ruin it by showing up unannounced," Drew said and Yaya frowned.

"We're family. We're never unannounced," she said.

"That's what you said last time and now I've got my brother and his boyfriend screwing imprinted in my brain."

I chuckled and Yaya slapped Drew's chest dismissively.

It hadn't been our fault we'd walked in on them. That was Spiti's fault, not that it would ever take responsibility for being cheeky like that.

"Oh before I forget, Loki called," Yaya said. "He said he needs your help with a case."

I kissed Yaya's cheek and thanked her before she retreated back into the house.

"Your eyes lit up," Drew smirked.

He knew me so well. There was nothing I enjoyed more than helping people in need, just like Drew. Only I'd found a different way to do it. One that suited my style more. I wasn't a potion maker, but I was a fighter. Maybe I hadn’t been a great one but I’d learned my lessons, I’d freshened up on my skills and with my bottomless vial of sand I could walk into any situation and command it without fail. Loki and Fenrir were warriors too and we’d all been through so much. But that was exactly why we made a good team.

And with our help, we made sure no witch, human, or Nightcrawler suffered. It was a tall task, but what better job for a bunch of gods?

"You know I love you, right?" I said.

His eyes narrowed. "You're bailing on date night, aren't you?"

I pouted. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be back ASAP."

Drew rolled his eyes as I kissed him but he smiled when I let go. "Go on. Go save somebody, my hero."

"Thank you, my king."

The view outside the storefront changed back to London and I opened the door to join my teammates.

"You'll pay for this," he shouted behind me.

I turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? With how many orgasms?"

Drew huffed and pretended to look at a sheet in front of him.

"I've lost count."

"Good," I smirked. "Just how I like it."

Drew laughed and I left him behind in the safety of his home.

But no matter where I was and what I did I'd always come back to him. Always.

He was my home. For good.

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