Rebel Carter

it’s no hat that he wears. It’s his horns

“Yes, you. In five hundred years, I’ve not met another human like you. You are stunning.”

I feel safe.

Cherished.

To Wrath we are bound as a wife to keep,” Nina rattles on and jealousy spikes hot and fresh in my blood when she looks up at him with adoration in her eyes. “I am ready to be your bride, my Lord.”

We will try this Sunday’s way, but if it fails, I’m killing them all.”

I follow Wrath’s gaze and fear courses through me, but a smile pulls at my lips. “Only if you promise to make it hurt.”

Demons do not need sleep. I’ll keep watch while you rest.”

“You have a beautiful laugh, dear one,” he murmurs, brushing my hair away from my face.

“It wasn’t real,” I confess and tears well up in my eyes unexpectedly. “Neither are my smiles, not really. It wasn’t real when I laughed.

Wrath is quiet for a second before he speaks, “I will not rest until it is. I will not stop until your laughter, your smiles, your joy, all of it will be your own

Ah, my little wife likes to tease, I see

“You can bake?”

“You name it or dream it and I can bake it, wife.”

Ichabod is, like all humans, a dick. That’s his deal.”