“That’s for me?”
Her eyes glassed with tears, and I snatched her hand before she could go running from the room. Did she not want this? How could she not accept a ring when she let me burn my mark into her neck?
Anger sat low in my gut, churning with rejection.
Tess didn’t say a word as I splayed her hand, pushing the ring onto her wedding finger—the one that symbolised commitment and togetherness.
She fulfilled my humanness. I could never let her go.
A single tear dripped from her lashes as she held her hand closer to inspect the jewellery.
It’d taken a nightmare of events to bring us together. Our relationship wasn’t normal, our needs and lifestyle uniquely us, but after everything we’d been through, I wanted more. I never wanted to wake up without Tess by my side. I wanted her with me when I hunted down all the cocksuckers involved in trafficking and put them into the ground. And I wanted finally to have the courage to show her just what I needed to be completely happy.
With my heart bucking wild, I asked, “Veux-tu m'épouser?” Will you marry me?
Tess sucked in a gasp then launched herself into my arms. Her lips crashed against mine, sending us sprawling to the mattress.
I tasted salt from her happiness and passion from her tongue.
For the first time ever, I was complete, wondrously happy and achingly content.
“You don’t have to ask. My answer is already given.”
I smiled, cupping her jaw. “Now that I have it on your finger, I should tell you there’s a tracking device in there. I never mean to have you far from me again.”
She laughed. “Consider myself warned.” She kissed me again, but I pushed her back, sliding to the side of the bed.
She watched as I hoisted on jeans and held out my hand for her to take. “Get packed. We’re leaving.”
“Leaving?”
When she didn’t move, I grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the end of the bed, trapping her between my arms. Darkness and light and every f**king emotion bubbled inside me; I couldn’t wait another minute. “We’re going to get married.”
Tess’s eyes popped wide. “Now?”
“Now. There’s no point in waiting.”
I hoisted her into my arms. “I want our life to begin, Tess.”
Her lips landed on mine. “It has already begun.”
I kissed her back, making her swallow my words. “Your life is mine. My life is yours. I want it to be official.”
“It is official. You branded me.” She smiled, touching my cheek.
“It’s not official until I have you in a white dress, vowing to obey and serve me for the rest of your days.” I was only half joking. “I need to promise my life to you. I need you to be my wife.”
Tess nodded. “I want you as my husband, now and for always, ‘till death do us part.”
Epilogue
Note from Author
I’ve sat staring at this part for weeks, and I can’t wrap up Q and Tess’s story in just one chapter. After everything they’ve been through, it’s only fair to give them a Happily Ever After. Q needs to finally let go and show Tess how dark he wants to take her. Tess needs to realize Q is her monster through and through, and they need to explore their relationship now they’re committed. Not to mention have an amazing wedding and saucy honeymoon.
When I started Tears of Tess, it was meant to be one book. But Q and Tess captured my mind and heart and kept whispering in my ear.
So, I hope you can forgive me for writing a third and final book in the Monsters in the Dark series.
Twisted Together will be the Happily Ever After for all those twisted individuals who found their perfect other. The ones who can’t breathe without consuming the other… the ones who live slightly in the shadows.