I'm lying in bed, eyes on the wall clock. Why is Zuriel not back yet? Should I call him?
' Yes, please do,' Ara whines. She misses him, and I do, too, but I don't want to be one of those wives who leave no room for their husbands to breathe. Zuriel rarely goes out, so I should let him enjoy this time with Bruce.
I close my eyes, determined to sleep, but suddenly, I hear a ruckus downstairs. I shoot up from the bed and run downstairs. I turn on the light in the foyer. Lou has already beaten me there. He bows to me and puts his gun away. I turn my attention towards Bruce and My husband. The former is on the floor; he must have slipped.
" Hello, wife," my husband staggers towards me and wraps me in his arms. My arms circle his waist.
" I see you had fun," I chuckle.
" Too much fun,"
