We wait until the timer on my phone goes off, and then we speak the words together. “Carmine conturbo vitam vi ligat in aevum.” A glow fills the room, not red like before, but a blinding, serene blue—like staring into the deepest part of the ocean. It brightens, skimming over my skin in a comforting warmth, and they squeeze my hands as we repeat the spell.

  “Carmine conturbo vitam vi ligat in aevum.” The ground underneath our feet trembles, but it’s less chaotic than before. Instead of a growl, it’s a purr, like the very earth beneath us approves of what we’re doing.

  Three souls, three times to speak the spell.

  I take a deep breath as they squeeze one last time. “Carmine conturbo vitam vi ligat in aevum.” The light flares until I have to close my eyes, and as it fades, we’re left in the all-encompassing silence.

  My fingers flex, relieved to feel the resistance of their hands still in mine. “Did it work?” I whisper, afraid to speak any louder than the faint breath that escapes.

  Amon releases my hand, inspecting the small pot that the potion was in. A surprised, huffing laugh leaves him as he leans closer. “Come see for yourself.”

  I step forward, glancing into the pot to find… “A flower?”

  Cas smiles as he reaches to pluck it out. “An amaranth,” he corrects, twirling it between his fingers. His eyes meet Amon’s, who nods. “It’s a symbol for immortality.”

  “How do we know it worked?”

  “It will have replaced our previous bindings to you,” Amon explains. We’ve been over it a hundred times, but at the moment, my brain is nothing but mush. “This is important, Rory, so I need you to focus, alright love? Order me to do something and put all your power behind it.”

  I nod, taking a breath and drawing on the magic that wells deep inside me. My voice rings loud and clear as I say, “Amon, I command you to kiss me.”

  He rushes over and smashes his lips to mine, and my heart sinks despite the butterflies that take flight in my belly from his touch. “It didn’t work,” I whisper, disappointment crushing me as the realization settles in.

  “It did,” he whispers, a joyful laugh that I’ve never heard from him ringing out into the silence. “It did work, Rory!”

  Cas’s face turns hopeful as he edges closer. “But you kissed me,” I argue, then squeal as he sweeps me into his arms and spins me in a circle.

  “Only because I wanted to.”

  “Put me down!” I shout, slapping at his shoulders, but he only shakes his head and laughs again.

  “No!” he says, and Cas bursts out laughing as relief floods into the three of us. “I don’t want to and you can’t make me.”

  My legs wrap around his waist as he holds me against him, finding my lips in a deep kiss as Cas hugs us to him. A realization hits me, and I pull away, eyes wide.

  “What’s wrong?” Cas asks, and I blink a few times as I stare back and forth between them.

  “I have zero control over the two of you.”

  Amon’s smile is sweet while Cas’s is sly. “Of course you do, Rory,” Amon says, tilting his head with an amused smirk on his lips. “Whatever you need, whenever you need it… it’s yours. All you’ve ever had to do was ask.”

  “Then kiss me, you fools,” I whisper, happiness filling every corner of my soul until I’m afraid I might burst from it.

  “Always,” they say as one, leaning in to take turns capturing my lips as we soak in the first day of our new forever.

  Always.

  About the Author

  G. Eilsel started writing under this pen name in early 2024, publishing works in two genres she loves: eccentric novellas and MM romance.

  Her writing puts a focus on sarcasm, snarky humor, sometimes horrible puns, and steamy scenes that'll make your momma blush. Expect heavy spice, in any sort of variety you're looking for-sweet, emotional, depraved, or downright questionable.

  Some of her books are one-handed reads with minimal plot, others are more intricate stories that weave themselves through her brain and demand to be put on paper. Angsty and emotional, light and giggle-inducing, and everything in between can be found between the covers of her books.

  She doesn't take herself too seriously, throwing pieces of her humor and quirky personality in her writing. If she can't live up to her title of a One-Handed author, then maybe she can at least make you smile.

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