Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(115)

“Which means no Council here will have the authority to punish you for that crime anymore.” Desmond brushed his finger against Jeremy’s lips, and Jeremy licked it. “Both of us can never go back?”

“You can argue that the deal was made without your permission if you want to return.”

Jeremy shook his head. “No. I was done with it when I hopped onto a plane here. This is my home now, and living peacefully with you beats a chance to reminisce while always looking over our shoulder as the price.”

“That’s good.” Desmond leaned in, rubbing his nose on Jeremy’s cheek. “I had about thirty seconds to answer at the time and hoped you wouldn’t hate me.”

Jeremy shuddered. “I had all the reminders I needed at your home. That part of our life is over, and now we are hot-blooded Americans ruled by capitalism and apple tarts.”

Desmond laughed. “We’re supposed to call them pies here.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “No need to be savages.”

“Tarts it is, Angel.”

His eyes closed in pleasure. “Our names are the only part of the old days I want to keep with me, my Devil.”