“Fuck off.” My sister sounded seething mad.
“If you get kidnapped, I’m leaving your ass with them.”
“Great. They’ll probably be better company than you anyway.”
“Say that again and try to mean it this time,” he growled.
Jesus, they hated each other on a whole other level. Or wanted each other on that level. I wasn’t sure if they could decipher the blurry line anymore.
I flushed the toilet, and when I reentered, they were both gone and my husband stood there smiling. “Ready, Lamb?”
I took his hand and nodded.
We took a private jet owned by the Armanellis straight to Puerto Rico where we then hopped on a private ferry to an island where the bioluminescent water supposedly showed up the brightest.
Dante paddled us out in a transparent kayak, just the two of us. Even with the night so dark it could almost suffocate you in blackness, the water lit up and shined an awe-inspiring blue, sparkling to the point that it seemed to light up the whole sea. It was that eerie darkness, so heavy with the unknown that could scare so many, that made the brilliant light possible.
I looked at my husband at the front of that boat and said, “We get the darkness and the pain before we get the light of our heaven, huh?”
“That baby is coming, Lilah. You can count on it.”
He was right.
Ten months later, I held our baby girl in our arms. She had her daddy’s eyes and my hair. We didn’t sleep for probably her whole first year with the way she screamed for me at night.
Dante had the audacity to sit up smiling with me as I breastfed and said, “Well, the nights are hell so we can have heaven with her all day.”
My wolf was right about that too.
The End