Epilogue
Six months later
Jace stared out the window above Sophie’s cubicle. Rain smattered against the glass, and there was hardly any daylight. Jace wanted to go home. Paxton would be there. He’d more or less moved in, and he wasn’t going to renew the lease on his apartment.
At first, he’d panicked. Having Paxton in his space all the time, messing with his things, and moving stuff around—the thought had left him hyperventilating. But Paxton never moved his things around, at least not to mess with him. He was far neater than Jace had assumed, and he was good with Odin.
“Hi, babe.”
Warmth spread in Jace’s chest at the sound of Paxton’s voice. “Hi. What are you doing here?”
Paxton shook off the raindrops as if he was a dog, went into the cubicle, bent to kiss Jace. “Felicity and I
