Chapter 25

"Mate," I repeat that word, standing proud as I gape up into Lucy's unreadable expression. "You're my mate."

His eyes seem to dilate. I'm afraid when he parts his lips, but I know fear isn't real. It is a product of thoughts and worries I'm creating inside my mind. It's a choice, and I'm trying to be brave and not let that devastating emotion impede the thing I want—him.

"How is this even possible?" He closes his eyes as if to concentrate and think about the situation. His fingers reach to rub at his eyelids. "Demons aren't supposed to have mates."

I peer up at his face, and this giddy emotion floats over me. It's strange thinking of Lucy and Samael as the same person. Lucy looked like a child inside of his mirror, and now here he stands as a grown-ass man.

Lucy squints at me as I snicker.

"What do you find so funny?" He asks coldly.

I smile. "It's just awkward. When you were only Lucy, I didn't think your grown-up form would look like