Page 73 of Hot Girls Date Demons

People simply forget to call it magic.

I reach for her, cradling her neck with my hands, brushing my fingertips across her mate mark.

She gasps, and I treasure the sound.

Memorize it.

Store it away with every lonely memory that came before.

Because now—now I have her.

My mate.

My love.

I close my eyes against a wave of emotion and press my lips to hers.

And when I finally open my eyes again, I whisper the truth I've carried inside me since the moment she touched my wrist on that train.

“I have waited centuries for you.”

She strokes my cheek.

“And I waited thirty-seven years for you.”

I kiss her neck.

Then pull her close.

And as I hold my mate in my arms, surrounded by our home and her scent—I realize something.

The old Prime stole three hundred years from me.

But if it was a punishment, then he failed.

Because in the end? I won.

I found my true mate.

And I am never letting her go.

“I love you,” she murmurs against my lips, and my heart soars.

She loves me.

My mate smiles through her tears, and I swear the universe itself becomes brighter.

Magic dances around us again.

Silver sparks drift lazily through the room.

The curtains billow.

The lights glow warmly.

Even the shadows seem softer.

Josie gasps softly.