Page 75 of The Unseelie Wish

He cupped the orb in his hands and breathed into it. The glass sparked to life, glowing a brilliant sea-green before dulling to a faint, pulsing light. When he opened his hands, there was the image of a snake, coiled about itself, caught in the center.

“As I have given you my heart, I give you my soul.” He held it out to her.

“I promise to try not to drop it.” She smiled as she took it from him, looking down at it curiously. In all honesty, she’d tuck it away into the weird magical pocket-dimensions that it seemed all fae could summon. But it was funnier to joke about dropping it.

His lips turned downward in a frown. “This is a serious moment.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She straightened her shoulders and took a breath. “I accept this offering of your soul in exchange for mine.” Leaning over, she kissed him. “I will take good care of it.”

“You better.” He tapped the end of her nose playfully. “Now…kiss me like you mean it. But first. Say the words again. I never get tired of hearing them.”

She vanished the orb into her pocket dimension and shuffled closer to him. “I love you, my Duke of Bones. My husband.”

He was the one who kissed her that time—deep enough that it took her breath away.

There was no way of knowing what the future might bring.

But they would have each other.

That was enough for them both.

Finis.