you. Breathe, my love. I can hear your heart racing.”
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. “Remember when the biggest thing we had to worry about was the Grand Coven wanting to sentence me to death for dating you? I was pretty damn scared then, but it seems like such a small problem now, considering I keep accidentally using my angel powers and alerting Heaven and Hell of my whereabouts.” I swallow hard, throat feeling tight from anxiety. “The more angel power I wield, the more of a ticking time bomb I become, and in this it’s a literal bomb. I could have hurt someone.”
“Did you?”
“No, Ella and Scott were unconscious but alive when we left.”
“That’s a shame.”
I give Lucas a pointed look. “I could hurt someone, and every time I use a lot of power like that, it’s sending out another hey, here I am! beacon to the other angels.”
“What are you getting at?” He holds me at arm’s length, looking into my eyes.
“Maybe I should take that potion, but not just once. From now until Elena is born, we could hide out at your place in France and go to all those incredible museums all over Europe. Anything I do puts her at risk, and I love her so much already, Lucas, and I know you do, too.”
“Binding your powers from now until June is a terrible idea,” he tells me. “As much as I want to say I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, we both know you need your powers, even if we are hiding out having sex all day long in France.”
“You had to add in the sex part, didn’t you?” A smile slowly starts to creep onto my face, easing some of the tension.
“Of course. If we’re hiding, we’re going to entertain ourselves with primal, passionate, all-day love making.”
“Now I really want to hide out in France.”
He kisses me again. “If the angels come to Thorne Hill, then take the potion. Your powers, Callie…it’s more than a safety issue. Your powers are part of who you are. You are a witch from your mother’s side, and angelic from your father’s. You are my wife, and I love you just the way you are.”
“Dammit,” I mutter as tears start falling. Lucas wipes them away with his thumbs and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m so lucky to have you,” I whisper.
“I’m the lucky one,” he whispers back.
Sirens ring out around us, and we look out to see four squad cars tearing out of the police station parking lot. I inhale and slowly let my breath out, feeling better the longer I stand here with Lucas.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” I ask, not even wanting to look at the building. “I should stop hoping.”
“I wouldn’t stop just yet.” Lucas runs his hands down my arms, and I turn, seeing Lucifer walking out of the police station.
“You’re good to go, my niece, and my…my nephew-in-law,” he says to Lucas, and the thought is so fucking weird. Lucas and I are legally married, so my family would be his in-laws, in that sense.
“Just like that?” Lucas questions.
“Yes, just like that. There are no records or memories of you being arrested, except for that asshole ex-brother of yours, and I suggest you let him keep that memory. Nothing like falling back to the old you’re going crazy tactic when it comes to torture.” He looks at me for a second, small smile on his face. “You do look just like your mother. Take care, niece.”
The sound of feathers rustling echoes through the night, and Lucifer disappears.
Lucas wraps an arm around me again. “What do you think the chances are he’s going back to Hell?”
“Slim to none. He told me he wasn’t ready. But that’s not all he said.” I pull my hair over my shoulder thinking back. “And it wasn’t what he said, but how he said it.”
“What was it?”
I meet Lucas’s gaze. “He said he loved my mother. She was a Satanist who Michael was sent to save, and he ended up falling in love with her. I’ve asked both Lucifer and Julian before if Michael really loved my mother, and they both said yes. But maybe I should have asked if my mother loved him, too. Because now I’m starting to wonder if my mother was involved in one of the biggest cosmic love triangles of the universe.”
“I suppose that could be possible. You’ll get your answers someday. I’m sure of