was defiant. I didn’t want to love. I pushed her away, and told her to find someone else. She did.” Samael swallowed hard. “Little did I know she would find all of you.”
Dominic grabbed on to the balcony and growled. “What makes you think you deserve her now? You don’t, you know.”
“I never did,” Samael spat. “You fool. If you all took a deep look into her, you’d know you didn’t either. Cut me some slack. I fucked up. But also look at it this way. If I never stepped aside, things wouldn’t have played out the same. You all would have never existed in her life. Not like you do now. So if I were you, I’d be thanking me and gladly shutting the fuck up with your whining. As long as Marcella will have me in her life, I’m here to stay.”
Silence filled the air. Marcella walked to the edge of the balcony and leaned against it, taking them all in. “So much for my announcement. I see we all know where everything stands. I guess the question is, where does that put all of us? Before you knew, you were all willing to let Samael into our lives. Are you still?”
Jason looked over at him. “I don’t think the question lies with us, babe. Maybe you should be asking your husband where he stands with us .”
“He’s already agreed to keep things the same, Jason. Nothing will change.” She looked over at him. “He may have been my husband in my past life, but in this one we haven’t taken any vows. He was married to Marcianna. Not me.”
It felt like a knife stabbed through Samael’s heart, but she was right. In this life they weren’t married. And he couldn’t forget that Marcella always spoke about Marcianna in third person. She had a hard time thinking of them as the same individual.
“So it’s settled.” Dominic nodded. “She’s not your wife, anymore. Just your lover, like the rest of us.”
Samael knew better than to argue. Even though he wanted to. It wasn’t that he disagreed. It was just that getting Dominic riled up gave him a pleasure he could bask in. “Just my lover. I’ll take it.”
“Good. If any of you have anything to say do it now. We won’t speak of this again.” She looked at him. “Samael is not my husband and will not be referred to as such. Nothing’s changed. We stick with the plan and continue on our mission.”
After no one spoke up, Samael raised his hand. “Just saying, if she was still my wife…” He paused. “I know how much she loves you all. I wouldn’t take that away from her. You never have to worry about feeling uncomfortable around me. I’ve watched you all together up until this point. I’m just happy that she’s bringing me into your little circle.”
“Good man.” Jason smiled. “I like you. But you’re not her husband anymore. You’re not, Samael. Everyone knows the vows. Till death do we part. She died, dude.”
“Jason!” Marcella cut her gaze to him. “We all know that, okay. Drop it. Now, I think we all have plans to go over. Dom, Samael, and I leave in a few days. We have to prepare for our journey.” Marcella looked at the sky. “I’m starving and it’s close enough to lunchtime. Let’s get a bite to eat and then we’ll head into headquarters.”
“Right on.” Jason wrapped his arm around her and paused. “Hey, Samael. Come here.”
He walked forward and looked down at Marcella and the man he’d hated for so long. Jason was Marcella’s first lover. Her first creation as a soul collector. He’d watched the two of them bond together as children in this life and become lovers all over again. And now here they were. Jason was her first creation, yet again, and they were just as close as they had always been. It was meant to be this way. It had to be. They were inseparable, no matter what life her soul went through. It was something Samael had come to accept in the last few weeks.
“Why don’t you take her other side?” Jason gave him a small grin. The action was huge. Marcella always walked with two of
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