Epilogue
Six months later in Hell
“Clara,” Omen bellows, a warning leeching into his tone.
I wince, shoving the pots of plants deeper into the greenhouse and hiding them among the others. I've barely got the door closed when he prowls into view.
“Hey, babycakes.” My voice breaks on the nickname and he scowls.
I've been trying to find a nickname for the last six months.
He vetoes every single one. I don't blame him.
I'm not that type of creative, though I didn't think big demon was bad.
It was a nice juxtaposition to his nickname for me. Dimitri ruined it by making it dirty.
“One, no to babycakes. Two, why are demons asking me about their potions? I thought you were only doing plants?”
“Oh, that.” I slip past him and make my way toward the house.
My house, which Omen was able to get zapped into Hell.
He didn't even care he was giving up his own quarters, though he did upgrade my oven.
I wasn't complaining. Should we be living together after such a disjointed relationship?
Who knows, but it's worked so far, so I'm not complaining.
“You can't just walk away and think I'll forget about it, Clara,” he calls after me.
I sigh, then face him. “Listen, I was just trying to help Triton. He needed a little boost of confidence to ask Lark to go see the lava fields. It's not like I was giving him a love potion.”
He gives me a look. “Do you even know how to make a love potion?”
“Love potions don't exist. You can't fake love, sweetcheeks.”
He stalks closer, a grin on his face. He loops his arm around my waist and hauls me into him. “You certainly can't fake my love.”
“Well, not everyone can be as lucky as us in love,” I say. “So sweetcheeks is the one?”
His smile drops. “No, little witch. Sweetcheeks is not the one. You'll just have to keep trying, I suppose. Now, where'd you get the recipe for the confidence boost?”
I duck my head and attempt to wiggle my way out of his hold. “Just one I had lying around.”
“The fucking book.”
“It's fine, Omen. It's basically not even malevolent anymore. It's home in Hell.” I peek at him through my lashes. “Just like me.”
He sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “Fine, but try not to bind anyone to a dragon.”
“No promises.”
He growls and throws me over his shoulder.
A giggle explodes from me as he rushes for the house.
He wanted me to be happy. Blissfully, deliriously happy.
Being here, with him, I am. I've actually never been more content in my life. Despite the many conversations and arguments we’ve had, we’re still working through things.
Still, I feel like I’m finally at home with him.
Binding myself to him, my soulbound, was the best decision I've ever made. We might bicker more than I expected, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.