Nixie could never be a genie again, and he for one was happy for it. Though she’d been more powerful than almost any creature in all the land, he’d trade none of it for the sheer pleasure of knowing that now she was well and truly his, forevermore.
Her fingers were soft and gentle as she cupped his whiskered face. “I’ve always been ready.” She pressed a tender kiss to his bottom lip, one that filled his bones with a hunger and need for more.
Always more.
“Then take yours and let us say the binding vows.”
Lips twitching at the corner with a hint of a joy and passion, her fingers slipped his necklace off his fingers. Her touch burned through him. Though they’d consummated their marriage a hundred times over—easily at this point—he was still just as excited for tonight as if it were their first time.
“My life—”
He unclasped her chain, settling it around her neck.
She smiled as she wound his necklace around his neck.
“—with yours,” they said at the same moment.
“Forever.”
The moment the pendants touched their flesh, the jewels flared to life, turning from a heated red to a rich, royal purple.
“Then may I now, and very proudly”—Danika snapped the book of tales in her hands closed—“officially and finally, by the gods”—she snorted, glancing at Jericho with love beaming in her eyes—“pronounce you husband and wife!”
A cheer erupted then. But not just from her family, or from Danika and her husband, but from the sky itself.
When the cathedral of flowers parted, the midnight sky danced with thousands of falling stars. Wishes of glad tidings from the genies on high, because one of their own had just found her true happiness, and for tonight, the heavens rejoiced.