“Something I ask myself every day,” he said with a grin. “Just one more thing…”
Brandon offered his arm, and she took it. The bond flared between them, creating a shimmering glow.
“Now, we’re ready.”
The Masterson estateblazed with light and music.
“It's like stepping into a fairy tale,” she breathed, staring at the transformed grounds.
“Wait until you see the ballroom.”
He led her inside, watching her face as she took in the soaring ceilings, the glittering chandeliers, the sea of masked guests.
“There's Matt and Jessie,” Muriel said, looking through the crowd.
“Come on,” he said gently. “Let's thank them properly.”
Matt met them halfway across the room, clasping Brandon's shoulder with easy strength. “Hell of a rescue, man. Anytime you need backup, you call.”
“Your pack was incredible,” Brandon said sincerely. “I won't forget it.”
“That's what family does.” Matt's amber eyes were warm behind his wolf-themed mask.
Jessie pulled Muriel into a fierce hug.
“So, was I right?” Jessie asked as she released Muriel. “Is this event over the top or what?”
They moved through the crowd, and Brandon found himself thanking people he'd known for years but never quite connected with. Zarek and his vampire team, who'd fought with lethal efficiency. Jason, who'd provided the intelligence that made the rescue possible. Armand, who'd offered his vast knowledge without hesitation.
For the first time, Brandon felt like hetrulybelonged.
When it mattered, they'd all shown up.
Kristoff and Tedi swept by, Tedi babbling cheerfully about something or another. Dani and Ryssa announcedplans for the next SLUT club meeting. Ana pulled Muriel aside to discuss something that made them both laugh.
Brandon watched it all, feeling Muriel’s magic strong and secure within him. She was integrating into his world—intotheirworld—so naturally it took his breath away.
“She fits,” Jason said, appearing at his elbow with two tumblers of high-quality Scotch. He handed one to Brandon. “Better than I expected, honestly. I thought a sheltered earth witch from Shenandoah might struggle with Mythic's intensity.”
“She's stronger than she looks.”
“She's stronger than sheknows.” Jason's dark eyes tracked Muriel across the room. “That's what makes her dangerous. She hasn't realized her full potential yet. When she does—” He smiled. “The Consilium is going to regret ever sending the Collectors after her.”
Pride surged through Brandon. “They already do, I think. If Medraut had reported back what he found?—”
“But he didn't. Because you were smart, and Muriel was powerful, and you had an army at your back.” Jason raised his glass. “To unexpected victories.”
“To friends who have your back,” Brandon corrected.
“To friends,” Jason agreed.
They drank, and Brandon felt something settle in his chest. For the first time in decades—maybe in his entirelife—he wasn't alone. Wasn't hiding. Wasn't afraid that showing his true self would end in betrayal.
He had Muriel. He had friends who'd proven themselves when it mattered. He had a future that looked nothing like his ancestor's tragic ending.
He had everything.
“Want to get some air?” he murmured to Muriel when she returned to his side.