“Why are you doing this?” Rafael asked.

The groom looked back at his bride. “Because life’s too short to spend it fighting when you could be holding the one you love. And love’s too rare to squander it with petty concerns.” He took his wife’s hand in his and held it tight. “I’m lucky I have Chloe and I have no intention of letting a war I didn’t start rob me of one second of my time with her. Go in peace, Dark-Hunter.”

Rafael was surprised by his words, but even more so by his charity. “You’re a good man.”

The Apollite scoffed. “I guess we’ll see in about five years, huh? If I die peacefully, then I’m good. If not, then we’ll face each other again as predators.” He indicated the ramp with a jerk of his chin. “Now go before I change my mind.”

Deciding not to press his luck, Rafael draped his arm around Celena and held her close to him to protect her as they made their way off the boat. He didn’t stop walking until they’d made their way over to the dock by his boat. He paused at the prow to turn back and see the Apollites and Daimons resuming their party.

“That was flipping amazing!” He looked up to see Jeff in the shadows.

He reminded Rafael of a kid who’d just got away with something. “I thought you were dead. Man, I was in the process of calling Acheron for help when I saw the two of you leaving. How did you manage it?”

Instead of removing his arm from around Celena, Rafael leaned his head against hers. “Luck … which I’ll take over skill any day.”

Jeff’s face sobered as he realized Celena was there. He actually gulped. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Rafael held his breath as he met Celena’s speculative gaze. He expected her to shove him away from her and go after Jeff.

Instead, she wrapped her arm around Rafael’s hips. “I made a deal with Rafael, and it seems you’re safe from me.”

A small smile hovered at the edges of Rafael’s lips as he stared at her in the moonlight. “Go home, Jeff.”

“Okay, let me pack and—”

“No,” he said sternly. “Go home right now and don’t stop until you’re safe in your room. You can get your stuff later.”

He could tell Jeff wanted to argue, but luckily for his Squire, the man caught the tone of his voice and immediately left. And as soon as he did, Rafael did what he’d been dying to do. He finally kissed Celena.