“I know, kiddo.” She kissed the top of his head and shooed him off to join Lewis in picking out seats where they could cause the most mayhem possible. David reseated them next to him, which was very smart.
I walked over to my husband, no longer leader of the Djinn, and stepped into his warm, sweet embrace. I rested my head against his neck, touched my lips to his ear, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Lewis says hello. He’s renovating Jonathan’s house. I think he likes the challenge.”
I had to laugh. Lewis
would
like trying to knock out walls in an eternal structure. Maybe he’d manage to put some paint down, though.
“Hungry?” he asked me.
“Starving,” I whispered back. “Let’s go home and do something about that. A whole lot.”
“Later,” he laughed, and did terribly provocative things just by drawing his fingers lazily up my back. I shivered in total delight. “I promise you, you’ll get your fill.”
“And you?”
“Never,” he said, and tipped my chin up so I could meet his eyes. “You know that. Now stop flirting and sit.”
As if it had been
my
fault. Hardly.
The servers were already circulating, putting out trays of appetizers and pouring wine and other drinks, and we were all sitting down together, human and Djinn. It hadn’t seemed possible, just a few years ago; some of the Djinn had wanted me dead for bringing back the ability of humans to claim them.
Lewis had simply broken the ability. No more claiming. And now, no more reason for us to hate—other than the normal reasons people always seemed to come up with.
Sitting down to a meal with them still felt . . . ground-breaking, somehow.
I kicked it off by picking up the glass the server filled up with red next to me, lifted it, and said, “To Lewis.”
Everyone looked up, and one by one, they lifted their glasses in response, and drank.
“To humans,” Venna said, when I was about to sit down. I looked up, startled, to find her smiling. “You may learn something yet.”
With my hand in David’s, I looked around, and I couldn’t help but think we already had.
There was always tomorrow to worry about, but for now, I was focusing on tonight. And so I lifted my glass, inclined my head, and toasted the human race—flawed, fallible, crazy, and wrongheaded as it usually was.
We all did. Just this once.
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