Dear Devil
Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.
When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled.
“I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered.
Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun.
She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.”
Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss.
“Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…”
“Only mine… my dear Devil.”
THE END.