Epilogue
FREYA
L ater that night, after everyone has gone, Jude brings out all our comforters and pillows and we huddle up on the floor in front of the TV. I’m sandwiched between Jude and Oz with Eli’s head on my legs and River running his thumb over the arch of my foot.
Snow falls outside, big flakes catching in the moonlight. I sip on the hot chocolate Oz made me and bite my lower lip.
“You have a good day, Angel?” Jude asks, his thumb pulling my lip free.
“It was perfect.” I snuggle up against him and rest my head on his shoulder. “But this is even better.”
Eli grins up at me, his smile a thing of mischief. “Just wait till we get you upstairs. Christmas is like birthdays. It comes with orgasms.”
Laughter bursts free. I can get on board with that.
Oz winks at me and I reach for the ring he gave me, twirling it between my fingers. I like that I have something from each of them now.
River’s bracelet, Eli’s initials, Jude’s tattoo, and Oz’s ring. I’m forever marked by these men, it seems only right I should have something to show for it.
River digs his thumb into the arch of my foot and I tilt my head back in pleasure. I was telling Jude the truth. The party was fun but this here, just me and my guys, this is heaven.
It took me a while to realize it, but being with the guys doesn’t mean losing myself. Actually, it’s kind of the opposite. When it’s just the five of us, I am so utterly sure of who I am. I don’t have to put on a mask or hold anything back.
I’m not hiding my identity.
I’m not the daughter of a serial killer.
I’m just Freya.
The End