We pulled apart to clean up with the supplies I’d brought. Scarlett rearranged her clothes and smiled at me as she stood. I wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against my side as we both turned to the lightening sky. It was streaked with oranges and yellows, signalling the dawn. A whole new chapter of our lives began today.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered as if she didn’t want to break the peaceful silence of this moment.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
She nuzzled her face into my chest as she wrapped both arms around my waist.
“You’re still a little obsessed with me.”
“I’ll never stop being obsessed with you, little Scar. You’re my entire world and so much more.”
“You’re mine too.”
I wrapped my other arm around her, cuddling her closer as the sun peeked over the horizon. The two of us had created a new memory here. One to replace the old. We’d taken our pain, broken it apart and filled it with love. Our love. The unbreakable kind. The one that would never shatter.
Scarlett looked up at me, her eyes shining with the purest happiness. It made my heart expand to encompass every part of her.
“My perfect little warrior.”
She reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. I could feel her ring digging into my skin. The one I’d placed on her finger, making her my partner for life.
“My War.”
I leant down, resting my forehead against hers and breathed in her cinnamon scent. I was content. I was happy. I was home. Because wherever Scarlett was, that was home.
The story of our life had begun with me and Scarlett. It ended with us too. It ended right here, where everything had gone wrong.
We weren’t just Scarlett and West any longer. We were Nyx and War. And we belonged with the rest of our family. Pestilence, Famine and Death.
The Four Horsemen and their goddess, Nyx. Etched on each other’s hearts forever as one. Fate had woven the strings of our lives and brought us together. And it would never tear us apart again.
Epilogue
Scarlett
The breeze was cool against my skin. The sound of it rustled through the leaves of the tree above me as the sun dappled across the blanket below me. My eyes were closed as I lay back against West, who was propped up against the tree behind us. In between my crossed legs was Prescott. His head rested in my lap as he was currently using me as a pillow. On my right, Francis was laid out on his side, checking his phone. My fingers were tangled in his hair, stroking the soft strands as I often did. To my left sat Drake, reading a book on his tablet.
I opened my eyes, staring down at my left hand resting on Drake’s thigh. The sun reflected slightly off the platinum ring. It was strange to think a year had passed since the day on the roof when we’d vowed to stay together forever. A year of learning each other all over again, settling into our lives, finding peace, contentment and, most important of all, happiness.
Our existence had perhaps become more mundane, but only in that we didn’t get our kicks from death and destruction. Instead, we threw ourselves into building a life we all wanted. Fortuity was as successful as ever, if not more so. We worked hard and played even harder.
Our playroom had become our sanctuary. A safe space away from the outside world where the five of us could explore our sexual and non-sexual forms of kink to our heart’s content. It was our outlet for the darkness we all craved since we’d left the underworld behind.
It was a perfect day to celebrate our twenty-eighth birthday together. There were no pressing matters for us to attend. Nothing for us to do but lie here in the sun and watch the world go by.
We were in Rosie’s garden. Her three dogs were chasing each other on the lawn next to the table the boys had dragged out earlier for our birthday lunch. One of the cats was curled up on the end of the blanket near Drake’s feet, enjoying the sun on his black fur. Ares had taken a liking to Drake. I was highly amused by the whole thing, especially the way Drake grumbled about the cat sitting on him when we visited Rosie and yet he’d quite happily pet Ares the whole time. I swear he liked the cat more than he was letting on.
Francis shifted next to me, drawing my attention to him. He rubbed his face on his t-shirt and set his phone down, letting out a sigh. His eyes darted over to Prescott, who had fallen asleep with his hand curled around my thigh.
“I see someone couldn’t stay awake.”
I grinned and continued stroking Francis’ hair.
“Rosie made him get up early to take the dogs out so she could start cooking. He was grumpy as fuck about it,” I replied, keeping my voice low so I didn’t wake him.