In celebration of the two month anniversary of The Holy Dark, and my two year anniversary as a published author, I’ve written a short story that takes place directly after Chapter 37 and before the epilogue. With that in mind, major spoilers for the ending to The Holy Dark. If you haven’t read it yet, I would advise you to return to this story once you’ve read it cover to cover.
To everyone who has loved the series and supported me so far, I offer you this story and my endless gratitude. Please enjoy!
Matrimony

“In sickness and in hell–I mean, health.”
“I’m gonna die.”
My new husband, the archangel Michael, cocked an eyebrow up at me. I brandished the two-inch white satin stiletto that had been holding my right foot hostage.
“Seriously, not even Dr. Schols could make this abomination more comfortable.”
He chuckled and knelt, tuxedo and all, in front of me. “Sorry, babe. If it helps, you look incredible.”
He slipped the other shoe off. I resisted a small shudder as his long, strong fingers stroked my ankle and the barest edge of my calf. Judging by the sly look in those sea-green eyes, he’d done it on purpose.
I smirked, keeping my voice low, so as not to tip off the guests currently filing into the reception hall that we were both being a little naughty. “Save it for fight night, handsome.”
Michael winked. “Yes, ma’am.”
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