To be honest, I was glad Saba was giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Andi,” Magnus whined, and I waved him away.

Saba slapped Jember again and he laughed and swore, grabbing both her wrists. “Play fair. I need these hands for work.”

She gave him a flirty, teasing look, turning one of his palms faceup to trace his fingers with hers.

They were quiet for a moment. It was a sweet silence, that only the crackling fire dared interrupt.

“The first time we made love was on a table like this,” Jember murmured, and Saba’s smile was instantly uncontrollable, her gaze shy as she dropped it to the table. “Remember that?”

She bit her lip and nodded, searching his face. And then she climbed onto the table, crawling over and closing the gap between them as she kissed him. I had to press my palms over my mouth to keep from cheering.

I’d gotten them together, as stubborn as they both were. This had to be one of the most rewarding moments of my life.

I heard Magnus gasp over my shoulder, and turned around quickly to stifle him before he could say anything to ruin the moment. Hand pressed over his mouth, I walked him down the hall a bit before taking his hand.

“What the living hell was that?” Magnus hissed.

“I didn’t want you killing their romantic moment.”

“Romantic moment? That scoundrel was kissing my mother!”

I shushed him, dragging him into the music room. “It was beautiful.”

“It was horrifying.”

I grinned, raising an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were a fan of love?”

“I am,” he said, scowling at the doorway. “When the person is deserving of it.”

“Everyone’s deserving of love, Magnus. And if they aren’t, who are we to decide that?” I sat at the hopsicar and pressed a few keys, and he sat beside me. “Anyway, I think they’re cute together.”

Magnus grumbled.

“Let’s only think of nice things now. How about you teach me to play?”

He paused, glancing at the instrument. “Really?” His enthusiasm was palpable. He got up and went behind the back of the bench. “Sit in the center.”

I centered myself on the bench and scooted forward like I was told. And then I tensed slightly at the weight on the cushion as Magnus kneeled on it. I looked down to see his knees on the outside of each of my legs. He leaned his face over my shoulder, and I forced myself not to blush. I was wrapped in warmth. Human warmth. Better than any fire.

“This is Middle C,” he said, reaching around me to press a key. “That’s where both of your thumbs will start.”

I put both thumbs where he instructed, keeping my fingers out of the way, but was met with a short chuckle. “What?”

“You need your other fingers, too, you sweet little onion.”