have your degree is what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. I need you to feel good about yourself because, as long as you do, our life together will be that much richer. In a way, I’m actually being selfish by asking you now.”
“Selfish?” I asked, confused. “What makes you say that?”
“I mostly wanted you to know how committed I am to you, but a small part of me wanted to let Will and Malcolm know how committed you are to me, too. I know that probably sounds completely childish, but I can’t help it. I get a little jealous of your relationship with them.”
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head at Brand. “It’s not childish, but it does sound very human.” He grinned at that. “They know how much I love you, and if making it official makes you feel more secure, I have no problem with that. I just wish you didn’t feel jealous of them. They’re my friends, nothing more. I’ve given myself to you, mind, body, heart, and soul, Brandon Cole. There’s no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you.”
“I don’t doubt how you feel about me, Lilly. If I did, I wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you to marry me. I just hope I’m worthy of you.”
“Do you remember saying you thought we were meant for each other?”
“Yes.”
“I think you’re right. You need to stop doubting things and just accept them. Accept the happiness you’ve found with me, and stop questioning if you deserve it or not.”
“I’ll try,” he said, but I could still see uncertainty in his eyes. I knew he had lived a long time, and I could only assume the guilt he felt from disobeying God and cursing Abby with her affliction was the reason it was hard for him to accept true happiness for himself. I hoped I could erase his pain in time and show him just how wonderful a person he was.
When we stepped out of the glass pod, Jack looked at us expectantly.
With an almost shy smile, Brand answered his friend’s unasked question, “She said yes.”
“Never doubted she would, my boy,” Jack shook Brand’s hand in congratulations and raised himself on his tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Now take her home before she catches a cold,” he ordered, turning his back to us.
Brand phased us to a bedroom I had not been in before.
“Where are we now?” I asked.
“This is my house right outside of London. I thought we would stay here for the night, if that’s all right with you.”
“As long as we’re together, I don’t care where we are.”
“I bought you some things to wear while we’re here,” he said, indicating a set of clothes laid out on the bed, with matching shoes sitting on the floor in front of them.
“Would you mind helping me get my hair down? I’m not sure what Tara did to it exactly. I just remember Malcolm instructing her to use a lot of bobby pins.”
“Malcolm?” Brand asked, like he was sure he had heard me wrong.
“He thought my hair would look good up, so he came up with the design,” I shrugged. “He’s full of surprises.”
“Hmm, yes, I guess he is.”
Brand sat me down in a chair in front of a cherry-wood vanity table. It looked like the table had been prepared ahead of time, in anticipation of my visit. There were a silver-handled hairbrush, various perfumes, and a small make-up bag arranged on its surface. I watched him in the mirror as he carefully removed the pins from my hair, gently laying each section down onto my shoulders.
I still couldn’t believe he asked me to marry him. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined feeling this all-consuming love for anyone. I became even more determined to make sure we got the chance to live a life filled with as much happiness as we could possibly have within my lifetime. I knew we still needed to find out what plans Lucifer had for me, and who was trying to stop him by killing me, but I needed this night, just one night where we didn’t have to worry about things and could simply be together.
“Does
“Selfish?” I asked, confused. “What makes you say that?”
“I mostly wanted you to know how committed I am to you, but a small part of me wanted to let Will and Malcolm know how committed you are to me, too. I know that probably sounds completely childish, but I can’t help it. I get a little jealous of your relationship with them.”
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head at Brand. “It’s not childish, but it does sound very human.” He grinned at that. “They know how much I love you, and if making it official makes you feel more secure, I have no problem with that. I just wish you didn’t feel jealous of them. They’re my friends, nothing more. I’ve given myself to you, mind, body, heart, and soul, Brandon Cole. There’s no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you.”
“I don’t doubt how you feel about me, Lilly. If I did, I wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you to marry me. I just hope I’m worthy of you.”
“Do you remember saying you thought we were meant for each other?”
“Yes.”
“I think you’re right. You need to stop doubting things and just accept them. Accept the happiness you’ve found with me, and stop questioning if you deserve it or not.”
“I’ll try,” he said, but I could still see uncertainty in his eyes. I knew he had lived a long time, and I could only assume the guilt he felt from disobeying God and cursing Abby with her affliction was the reason it was hard for him to accept true happiness for himself. I hoped I could erase his pain in time and show him just how wonderful a person he was.
When we stepped out of the glass pod, Jack looked at us expectantly.
With an almost shy smile, Brand answered his friend’s unasked question, “She said yes.”
“Never doubted she would, my boy,” Jack shook Brand’s hand in congratulations and raised himself on his tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Now take her home before she catches a cold,” he ordered, turning his back to us.
Brand phased us to a bedroom I had not been in before.
“Where are we now?” I asked.
“This is my house right outside of London. I thought we would stay here for the night, if that’s all right with you.”
“As long as we’re together, I don’t care where we are.”
“I bought you some things to wear while we’re here,” he said, indicating a set of clothes laid out on the bed, with matching shoes sitting on the floor in front of them.
“Would you mind helping me get my hair down? I’m not sure what Tara did to it exactly. I just remember Malcolm instructing her to use a lot of bobby pins.”
“Malcolm?” Brand asked, like he was sure he had heard me wrong.
“He thought my hair would look good up, so he came up with the design,” I shrugged. “He’s full of surprises.”
“Hmm, yes, I guess he is.”
Brand sat me down in a chair in front of a cherry-wood vanity table. It looked like the table had been prepared ahead of time, in anticipation of my visit. There were a silver-handled hairbrush, various perfumes, and a small make-up bag arranged on its surface. I watched him in the mirror as he carefully removed the pins from my hair, gently laying each section down onto my shoulders.
I still couldn’t believe he asked me to marry him. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined feeling this all-consuming love for anyone. I became even more determined to make sure we got the chance to live a life filled with as much happiness as we could possibly have within my lifetime. I knew we still needed to find out what plans Lucifer had for me, and who was trying to stop him by killing me, but I needed this night, just one night where we didn’t have to worry about things and could simply be together.
“Does
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