Chapter 64
LXIV.
Torren
Kerasea lies next to me, and sleep pulls at my eyelids. I breathe in her rose oil scent and a strange feeling covers me.
Contentment.
I’m just content.
Tomorrow is a problem for another day. Tomorrow, we have to be Praetorian and High Priestess again.
There will be the announcement and funeral processions, and then we’ll have to both sit on the Verity Guild as we try the most important cases in the republic, including Medea’s.
While we may not ever be able to prove that she was behind the murders of Verhardt and Eyo, she will be convicted of murder under lex religio.
She will lose her seat on the Council, and I will be able to keep the new Senate safe.
That is all, and it will have to be enough, because there is a set of laws for the elite and an entirely different set for everyone else.
But that is all for another day. Tonight, Kera and I are just a woman and a man.
She’s fast asleep and I kiss her forehead, then I close my eyes.
I fall into deep sleep with her in my arms. As I fade, I have one thought: I’ve never wanted more than what I have right now.