Epilogue
Six months later
“Who’s ready to rock this fucking stadium! Here’s who you’ve all been waiting for . . . Caaaasterrrrrs!”
The autotuned voice rang out and the crowd screamed to near deafening levels as the band ran onto the stage. Noah settled
in behind his drums, while Logan and Tobias took their places near the front of the stage, guitars strapped over their shoulders.
Their magical masks were in place, but we knew what they had planned for tonight. This was the moment the world would realize
whom they’d been worshipping.
“I’m so excited and nervous I could vomit,” Haley said, running her hands through her tousled brown curls for the twentieth
time. She was dressed in a short, light blue baby doll dress, the skirt floating around her waist and hips while the bodice
hugged her slim frame. “I can’t believe they’re going to face reveal tonight.”
The guys had had many discussions over the past few days about this moment.
They knew it might cost them fans; some of the appeal in their music was the mystery that surrounded their identities.
But they were done hiding from the world.
Logan needed music almost as much as he needed me—it was a part of his soul.
He wanted to engage more with his fans, and to do so, he had to step into the light.
“They’re so fucking hot, as if this won’t increase their popularity by a million percent,” Sara scoffed. She was in the tightest
dress I’d ever seen that wasn’t actually body paint. It was black, short, and had her tits on full display. Add in five-inch
stilettos and she was going to give Tobias spank bank material for years. Those two weren’t as loved up as Logan and me, or
Haley and Noah, but they’d almost found their way there.
Tugging my crystal necklaces with my hands, I let their energy race through me, drawing up the reaper powers in my center.
The last few months had been a whirlwind of work and drama. The extra power of my ancestors had come in handy as I sent demons
across the world to right the imbalance of darkness from the planes, and as the energy of my sister-witches waned, I used
crystals to boost my own.
Over the months, the balance between the five planes had begun to restore slowly. My work would never be done, but I was no
longer destined to lose my head. If anything, the council now treated me as a precious commodity, and if one more person asked
me if I was planning on popping out a few extra reapers anytime soon, I’d probably transport them straight to Purgatory.
Logan and I were enjoying the freedom to explore our relationship, and even when we were ready for kids, there were absolutely
no guarantees that I’d pass the gene on.
Though, I had a feeling that with the need for my kind, fate might step in to repopulate our bloodline.
The crowd’s screams pulled me back to the present, and I realized I’d missed the band’s introduction. They were already into
their opening song: “Burn Them All Down.”
Casters’ music was as familiar to me as my own heartbeat now.
I’d know the soothing sounds anywhere. Logan’s power thrummed in my chest, his love for me filtering through each strum of his guitar and the delicious rasp of his voice as he sang about destroying the ones who tried to keep love apart.
He dedicated that one to Rafael Kingston. May he rest in Hel.
“I want to have his babies,” Haley said with a sigh, and I jerked around to find her staring dreamily at Noah from where we
stood backstage. “He’s honestly more than I ever imagined I’d find in a warlock. Like . . . am I dreaming? Did I stumble into
a fantasy novel? It’s too much.”
She fanned her face with her hand, a flush slowly rising in her cheeks. Girl was going to combust if she kept drooling over
her boyfriend.
Noah had been planning on leaving Weatherstone with Logan and me, but then he couldn’t part from Haley. They shared a dorm
room now and, according to my bestie, missed most of their morning classes. My nerdy friend had discovered her horny side,
and she was exploring it to its full extent.
“I’m happy for you,” I said, throwing my arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my side. I did the same with Sara on
the other side, the three of us swaying together as our boys played their music.
“Belle asked about you yesterday before we left,” Sara said when we were about ten songs deep into the band’s set. “She also
told me that everything has been awkward with Trevor, and she’s not sure they’re going to make it.”
I didn’t react. I’d shed more than a few tears over Belle, and even though we’d never found our way back to friendship, I
didn’t feel any bad will toward her these days. I wasn’t surprised that she and Trevor had issues though. He was finding it
difficult to forget the part she played in his sister losing her head. Problem was, he loved her . . . a lot.
I didn’t want either of them miserable, so I kept my opinions to myself. They’d either work it out or not, and I’d support Trevor no matter what he decided.
Keeping my focus on the stage, my heart started to race when the music eased. Logan softly strummed his guitar in one of his
favorite chord sequences, the lilting melody intricately woven in and around itself. A soothing yet tantalizing sound. “We’re
so grateful for your years of support,” he said into the mic, that delicious rasp of his deep voice sending trills down my
spine. “You followed us without ever knowing what lay behind our masks, and as a reward, we were wondering if . . . you’d
like to know?”
The crowd lost their fucking minds. They jumped and screamed, and there was the sense that a riot would break out any second.
Logan’s laughter had me unconsciously taking a step toward him, our bond urging me closer. “Well, if you insist.”
Logan walked toward Noah, who stood from his kit, Tobias joining them from the side. They huddled together as Logan removed
the magic that hid their faces, while they mimed the actions of removing a mask. Flutters of energy caressed my skin, but
humans would never notice, and when the guys turned around, all that was left were their devastatingly handsome faces, there
for the world to see.
“I’m Logan Kingston,” he called to the audience, stepping forward. “And these are my brothers, Noah and Tobias.” The three
of them remained on the edge of the stage as the screams of twenty thousand of their fans nearly lifted the ceiling on the
indoor stadium. “We’re Casters.”
“We’re going to be fighting off the ladies now,” Sara said with a sigh, but the smallest of smiles played around her lips.
With magic, it would never be an issue for us.
We could cast a spell that would make us unnoticeable when we walked down the street.
Or to confuse whomever we wanted, even other witches and warlocks.
Not that Logan and I weren’t already quite famous in our world after our battle was broadcast across the entire magical community.
Famous and feared, which allowed us to remain unaccosted wherever we went.
It was nice.
The crowd screamed for so long I wondered how they still had voices, but eventually they let the band return to their instruments
and finish their set. When they walked offstage, the audience called for an encore for a solid twenty minutes. To no avail.
Backstage, Logan scooped me into his arms. Unlike the girls, I was dressed in tight black jeans, a red corset top, and Logan’s
leather jacket, so I flashed no one when I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was sweaty, but I didn’t care. I hugged his
hard body as close as I could get. “You were incredible,” I said, pressing kisses all over his face before I found his lips.
A rumble rocked his chest, and I found myself slammed against a nearby wall as he demanded entry to my mouth. When I parted
my lips, his tongue swept across mine, and he controlled and dominated the kiss until I was panting and arching, needing relief.
“I love you so fucking much, mate,” he growled, his adrenaline high enough that I could feel his power zapping through our
bond. “I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now.”
My moan wasn’t as soft as I thought, but no one was paying attention to us.
Our best friends were all wrapped up in each other, and the crew was busy clearing the stage.
“Let’s get out of here,” I rasped, all the moisture in my body flooding lower, leaving my mouth dry.
The desire I felt for Logan was borderline unbearable.
I was going to lose control if he didn’t sate this need soon.
“We’re out,” he called to the others, his piercing gaze never leaving my face.
Our friends catcalled after us. “We’ll be at the farmhouse tomorrow for breakfast,” Tobias shouted. “Nice and early.”
Logan sent him flying into the wall with a well-placed zap of energy, moving so fast there was no chance of Tobias countering.
“Okay, lunchtime,” he groaned as Logan took us into a back room. “Stay safe, kids.”
Anything else he had to say was cut off by the door closing. Logan’s grip on my thighs tightened as he pulled me flush against
his hard length. “You’re the greatest magic I’ve ever known,” he whispered against my cheek, his energy flooding me until
I temporarily forgot the English language.
“Mine. Forever,” I mumbled against his mouth, and he had me in such a daze I missed our transport magic arriving and the journey
through to our home.
The lavender farm had felt like home from the first time I’d stepped through these gates.
Tonight, Misti, our massive guard cat, padded down to us from where she’d been waiting on the front porch, and I’d never felt
such comfort.
Logan had given me so much. Everything, really.
Tonight, we would christen every room in our house. Again.
If this was how I got to live the rest of my life, I’d gladly die over and over.
I’d die for one more second with my mate.
Just like this.
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