My hands shake when I hand Lamashtu the wine glass. "A toast, I think."
"Yes." She pulls me down beside her, spilling some of her wine and mine. "A toast to us. But let's drink the wine slowly now. I want to remember our time together and not fall asleep, completely inebriated ... why do you look so pale?"
Because that was a close one. I could have spilled the entire glass. She has to drink it. It doesn't absorb into the skin. Too bad.
"I just was afraid I'd spill all the wine and make a mess of this beautiful moment," I say, channeling my inner cheesy rom-com male lead.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Nothing can spoil us being together now that I finally possess you," she purrs.
Possess me. That sums it up. I'm a thing to her. A prize.
"Absolutely. What could possibly ruin this domestic bliss?" I ask with a straight face, and clink her glass with mine. "To us. To a long and fruitful marriage."
