Bria glowered at him and turned away, but not before I saw a small, almost triumphant smile curve her lips as well.
“I think Finn may have finally met his match,” I said.
Owen put his arms around me, and I leaned my head against his chest.
“Merry Christmas, Gin,” Owen said in a quiet voice.
But was it really merry? I might have killed Elektra LaFleur and ended the threat that the assassin posed to us all, but I hadn’t accomplished my ultimate goal — eliminating Mab Monroe. Until the Fire elemental was dead, we were all still in danger, no matter how safe we might feel right now.
Then I looked out at the people in the living room. Finn, the Deveraux sisters, Eva Grayson, Roslyn and her family, Xavier, the Foxes, Vinnie and Natasha. And Bria, finally back in my life after so many years gone. Everyone smiling and laughing. Everyone warm, loved, and happy. For this moment, for this one day, everything was perfect, and I knew I couldn’t wish for anything more. Today, I’d take what happiness I could get. Tomorrow, I’d get down to the business of taking out Mab — once and for all.
“Merry Christmas, Owen,” I said in a soft voice, echoing his sentiment.
And it was.