Chapter 16
Much like Artem the first night they met, Drew fell to his knees and cried for his fallen friend, a poor soul who never got the chance to shine. He cradled Artem’s head in his lap, wondering how his Christmas could have gone all wrong. This wasn’t how it happened in the movies or the books. Where was his miracle?
Listen to your heart, Santa told him.
Drew brushed his thumb over Artem’s lips, then leaned forward and kissed him gently, a tear splashing onto the demon’s cheek. No sooner did he pull away than Artem took a shaky breath.
“Oh, thank heavens,” Drew muttered, a smile gracing his lips. He gazed down into dark eyes. “I thought I lost you.”
“Not yet.” Artem’s voice was raw, raspy.
“Not ever.”
“Can we go home?”
Despite everything he just witnessed, all the questions
