What: The most epic, random date night of your life.

When: Tonight. 7.

Why: Because I love you.

“Am I stupid smiling?” I asked Shea, who was peeking over my shoulder.

She nodded. “Totally.”

I sighed. “Why is he so perfect?”

Shea shrugged. “I don’t know, but Noah could take some notes in the romance department. His idea of a date night is watching old Predator movies, and winking at me while we eat stale popcorn.”

I chuckled. “But you’ve finally had sex.”

She swooned and fell on her bed. “Finally. And it’s amazing, and I think we’re going to win the sex Olympics.”

I laughed so hard my stomach started to hurt. “How am I supposed to get through classes today knowing Lincoln is taking me on some special date!” I stood and started to rifle through my closet, looking for the perfect outfit to wear tonight.

“I’d say we should ditch, but today we learn to shoot guns in weapons class, and no way in hell am I missing that,” Shea declared.

“Totally,” I agreed.

“And if I accidentally shoot Tiffany in the foot, oopsie,” Shea added.

The Tiffany war was in full effect once again. She was constantly calling us nasty names, and trying to get in the way of our successes. Recently, she’d been part to helping Shea fail an important magical exam. That girl was downright evil.

“All right, I’m gonna shower. I’ll see you at breakfast,” I told my bestie.

She nodded and picked up the note Lincoln had sent. “You guys are lucky to have found each other.”

We were. I focused on that thought all day.

Lincoln had rented a limo! He’d also hired private security to shadow us to the fanciest restaurant in Angel City.

As we waited for the check, he peered at me with his crystalline blue eyes. “One more stop before we head home, okay?”

We could make ten more stops before home. I didn’t care. This was the best night of my life. After he paid the bill and we climbed back into the limo, I watched as it headed away from the city I knew and into unfamiliar territory. Our SUV of security guards was right behind us.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

It was fully dark out now, and the streets and highways were hard to make out, especially since I hadn’t exactly traveled around Angel City much.

He grinned at me devilishly. “You’ll see.”

Ugh. I wiggled in my seat. Patience was so not my virtue.

When the limo slowed and pulled up to two very large, extremely familiar gates, my throat tightened with emotion.

Lincoln’s hand slid across the seat and rested in mine with a squeeze. We were at the cemetery where my dad had been buried. I hadn’t been there in years, not since we’d laid him to rest. The limo seemed to know just where to go.

“You’ve been talking to my mom a lot, I see.”

He chuckled. “Perk of living with your mom, besides the food, is that she’ll tell me anything I want to know about you.”

My heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest.

The limo pulled right up to the area he was buried in, and I saw a strip of tea lights laid out, leading our path to his grave. Lincoln must have spent all day planning this.

He turned to me. “So, I’ve met your mom, your brother, and your best friend. I wanted to make it complete and meet your dad too.”

Don’t sob. You’re cool. Keep your shit together.

Tears were leaking from my eyes as I tried not to let it turn into a full-on ugly cry.

‘I’m totally crying too,’ Sera offered.

‘What? That’s not possible,’ I told her.

“I have yet to meet your family.” I answered Lincoln.

He brushed my hair away from my shoulder. “Next weekend?” he asked, and I nodded.

Lincoln helped me out of the limo, and we walked hand in hand along the tea lights to my father’s grave, which was adorned with fresh flowers and a lantern.

“Hey, Dad,” I whimpered, falling to my knees before his headstone.

I had so many amazing memories of this man. He was the even-tempered one, while my mom was the punisher. My dad was the silly one, always playing pranks and lightening my mom up because she was an overly serious worrier. My dad was a dreamer, a risk taker, a unique soul. We’d only had a fraction of the time together that we deserved, but enough for me to hang on to those precious memories.

I was scanning my father’s headstone when I noticed something shiny on top of it. Shiny like a diamond.

My breath caught and I turned around to see Lincoln on one knee.

“Brielle, I know you’re young, still in school, and you also have a lot of your life to live before settling down, but you and I are the same age my mom and dad were when he got her a promise ring, so I thought…” He looked nervously at the ring on the headstone. “This is my promise to you that when you’re done with school, when you’re ready, I will marry you and have a family with you, and try to make you happy for the rest of your life… if you’ll have me.”

I burst into ugly tears and threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and peppering his face with wet kisses.

“Is that a yes?” he asked when I came up for air.

Laughter spilled out of me. “Yes. Hell yes!” I shouted.

Marry Lincoln one day and have his babies? Sign. Me. Up.

He reached over and pulled the ring from the top of the headstone, slipping it onto my finger. It was a delicate diamond baguette band with blue and white stones. It was perfect, he was perfect, and even though getting engaged in a cemetery might have been creepy to some people, this was perfect.

My fingers slipped through his hair, relishing in the moment. Nothing could ruin it for me. Not my stupid devil mark, not the two prophecies, nothing.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet.” Lucifer’s voice dripped with sarcasm from behind me and I gasped.

Fear shot through my body, making my knees go weak. Before I could even process the voice I’d just heard, Lincoln burst into action, throwing me behind him and pulling his sword. I tumbled with the sudden movement and fell to the grass. Looking up, I saw the Prince of Darkness dressed in a three-piece suit, both arms fully attached to his body.

He grew his freaking arm back! The last time I saw it, Lincoln had hacked it off.

Our security team of four Fallen Army warriors now felt pathetically small. They’d obviously just realized what the hell was happening, and were running toward us with guns drawn.

Lucifer pulled a flaming orange sword, and with a gleam in his eye, he lunged at the love of my life. Lincoln dodged out of the way and brought his own glowing sword down on the Dark Prince’s. Lucifer was battling Lincoln, sword against fiery sword, and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. One wrong move and Lincoln could be gored to death.

Kicking off my high heels, I stood and gathered my magic within me, pulling on that fizzy light magic and letting it bubble to the surface. With a grunt, I thrust my hands outward, gathering all of the light magic I could, and then I pushed it outward. I pushed so hard, I felt dizzy. A huge Celestial orb flew from my hands, but it wasn’t all white light like the one I’d produced in Mr. Rincor’s classroom. This one was half golden yellow, half inky black.

Shit. I still had some anger and resentment to work through, and it was all toward the person before me. If you could even call Lucifer a person.

Bullets started to fly and I pulled Sera from my thigh holster.

‘Dip me in the light magic,’ she instructed.

Taking two steps forward, I slid Sera into the floating ball in the air, careful only to let the honey-colored light cover her blade.

The bullets suddenly stopped, and I peered over my shoulder to see a handful of upper-level demons had shown up to take care of our security detail.

No.

‘That’s my future husband,’ I told Sera. ‘Protect him.’

Just then, black tentacles sprang from Lucifer’s back and wrapped around Lincoln’s body. He screamed in agony as they tightened around him, and I could hear the sound of snapping bones as Lincoln’s wings were rent backward by the dark bands.

“No!” I shouted and aimed Sera at Lincoln. Identical tentacles, but of white light, leapt out from my blade and attached themselves to the black bands holding Lincoln. The white cords yanked at the black ones, loosening their hold on my love.

‘Leave me. I’ll protect him. You grab Lincoln’s sword and fight,’ Sera instructed.

She’d never led me astray before, so I let go of her, surprised to see she was able to keep herself hovering in midair on her own. Those golden light bands were breaking down the black ones that held Lincoln.

Seeing what I was doing, Lucifer suddenly detached from his black tentacles and made a run for me.

Bending down, I swooped up Lincoln’s sword, and lunged to dip it in the Celestial orb I’d made. When I pulled it out, it was covered in twelve-inch bluish golden flames.

Lucifer laughed behind me. “You think a little Celestial fire is going to kill me?”

I spun, holding the sword before me. Those black eyes bored into mine, and I felt a sickness wash over me from head to toe.

“Let him go!” I shouted.

Lincoln was pulling at the cords, screaming in pain.

Lucifer smiled devilishly. “Done.” He snapped his fingers and Lincoln fell to the ground. The bands had disappeared.

“Come with me. It’s your destiny,” the Prince of Darkness cooed, and just like that a portal opened behind him.

Not in a million freaking years.

My wings popped out of my back, and I slowly started to walk backward to Lincoln. I opened my free right hand and used the ability Michael had taught me, calling Sera to me. When I felt the cold steel in my palm, I wrapped my fingers tightly around her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Ever,” I told the epic douchebag who’d just messed up my proposal.

Lincoln was now standing beside me—limping rather—and I handed him his sword.

Lucifer grinned. “It’s really touching that you two think you can keep me from getting what I want.”