“That was the name of the last thrax who was Scala.” Lincoln smiles even wider, if that’s possible.
“It makes sense. The igni followed the dude around for a thousand years or so. It’s a nice way to honor him.”
Lincoln starts speed-kissing my face. “I’m going…” Kiss, kiss. “To be a father. We’re going…” Kiss, kiss. “To be parents. I couldn’t be happier.”
I shift my body under his. “I don’t know. I have a feeling you could be a little happier.” What can I say? I’m ready to go again. It’s all part of the lust demon package.
Lincoln pauses mid-kiss. “Are you sure? You said you felt nauseous before.”
“Well, I’m fine now. There’s only one thing.”
“Which is?”
My stomach rumbles. “We should take a break soon and get some food.”
“What kind of food?” Lincoln’s features turn unreadable. “Demon bars?”
“No, not that.” The thought of those chocolaty things makes me ill. The image of my perfect meal appears in my mind. “Kale. I really want me some kale. And what are those little question-mark-looking thingies? Quinoa. That too.” I’m sure the igni are working their supernatural mojo on my cravings to make them healthy, but whatever. As long as I eat, I’m good.
Lincoln places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Whatever you want, my Queen.”
“Speaking of that…” I shimmy beneath him.
All the talking stops and indeed, we do end up making each other feel a whole lot happier. And the good news? My igni don’t make a second appearance. Total plus on a supernatural honeymoon.
As I drift off to sleep in Lincoln’s arms I try to recap everything good that happened today: Lincoln, a baby, and a crown. Six months ago, I would have said that was everything I didn’t want. Turns out, it was exactly what I needed. Thanks, Verus.
And with Maxon in the mix, who knows what the future will bring? One thing’s for certain, though. Whatever happens next, it won’t be boring.