Simon had heard whispers of Lily Chen's return to the Hotel Dumort, the home of the New York vampire clan he now belonged to ever since the night he Turned. He hadn't liked it at first. In fact- Simon didn't leave his room for days after he said goodbye to Clary, his best friend who recently discovered she was a Shadowhunter. An ancient race of beings who were half human, half angel. The Nephilim, Simon could hear his fellow vampires whisper bitterly through the walls.

In a way, Simon didn't judge them for their hatred towards Shadowhunters. In the Shadow World, they were considered superior beings who have always treated Downworlders as lesser creatures. The Shadowhunters used their powerful angelic runes and seraph blades to intimidate Simon's kind into submission, ruling with an iron fist. But Clary was a Shadowhunter, and Simon could already see her transformation into a fearless warrior. And he knew with a painful ache in his chest, Clary was exactly where she belonged.

The only vampire who understood Simon's loyalty to Clary was Raphael, the rising leader of the New York clan. At first, it seemed Raphael hated Simon. He rolled his eyes almost every time Simon opened his mouth, and stared at Simon's graphic tees with an expression of strong distaste, but Simon would never forget how Raphael helped him during his Change. Raphael had made sure Simon fed properly, watching intently while Simon gorged himself on blood. It was horrible. The hunger ripping through Simon's body, the insatiable desire to sink his teeth into human flesh... Simon had cried out, terrified of the creature he had become.

That first night at the Dumort, Raphael had found Simon curled up on the floor, staring blindly at the gold-papered walls.

Red kisses of exhaustion rung Simon's glassy brown eyes, stinging with tears that would never come.

"You may not see it now," Raphael said gently. "But soon you'll begin to see this place as your home, tu familia."

"I have a family!" Simon snapped. He sighed, running a hand roughly through his unruly curls. "Or at least I had one before I died and came back an immortal blood-sucking leech."

Simon waited for a snarky reply, but Raphael kept silent. He was staring down at his hands, the muscles in his jaw working hard to conceal the words threatening to escape his lips. Raphael suddenly looked up, meeting Simon's gaze. There was a sadness about Raphael, Simon thought. A terrible grief hidden behind a cool stony facade. Simon could see it now in Raphael's dark bottomless eyes, catching a glimpse of a place in Raphael's mind Simon was both afraid of and terribly fascinated by.

"I don't know if I can do this," Simon whispered. "I'm not-" strong like Clary he wanted to say, but Simon swallowed down the words. "I don't think I'm cut out for this whole vampire thing."

Raphael surprisingly laughed, a deep melodic laugh that teased the corners of Simon's lips into a smile.

"When you were human, I could barely be around you without wanting to rip your throat out. You talked too much," Raphael said with an arrogant smile Simon was all too familiar with. "But then you threw that dagger at me-

"And I ruined your new jacket."

Raphael gave Simon a look that instantly made him regret opening his mouth. Simon gestured for him to continue, silently praying Raphael wouldn't kill him in his sleep.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just remind me. Back to what I was saying before you rudely interrupted," Raphael sighed. "When you threw that dagger, I felt it pierce just above my heart. You were brave, Simon. Annoying, but brave." Raphael laid a hand on Simon's shoulder, his fingers squeezing gently. "I know you feel your life has been taken from you, but one day you'll realize it's only just begun."

Simon didn't know how to respond. Raphael had never shown him so much kindness. Something moved deep inside his chest, a nameless ache he couldn't understand. Raphael's hand lingered on his shoulder before pulling away, the loss of contact sending a sharp pang through Simon.

"Buenas noches, baby vampire."

To Simon's surprise, Raphael returned to his room every night of his first week at the Dumort. During these late night visits, Raphael taught Simon more about the history of Downworlders and the Accords. He warned Simon about the fey and how they couldn't tell lies, but mastered other ways to deceive and lure mundanes into their mysterious realm. Once a mundane accepts food or drink from the land under the hill, Raphael had said with a look that made Simon shiver, they are trapped there for eternity. Simon liked to think he had an unspoken bond with the proud and dangerous leader of the New York clan. Or at least, he hoped.

Simon was approaching his third week of residency at the Dumort when the night of Lily Chen's return had finally arrived. Apparently Lily had left to take care of some personal business, but now she was on her way back home, with the title of Second Commander waiting patiently for her. From what Simon could piece together, Lily and Raphael had been close friends for decades. She was the one vampire Raphael trusted the most. The clan was throwing a party for Lily, inviting vampires from all over the tri-state area. Simon couldn't recall ever being so afraid to go to a party, but he knew better than to disrespect a friend of Raphael's. Simon also learned vampires had a reputation for throwing excellent parties, and they weren't events you wanted to miss.

Only an hour before midnight, Simon had fled to his room in a panic. Vampires partied in style, and Simon realized he had nothing in his closet except for some band shirts and a few pairs of old jeans. He swore out loud, pacing nervously from one end of the room to the other. Simon was losing all hope, preparing himself for a humiliation of epic proportions when suddenly he noticed a dress shirt and black formal pants lying neatly on the coverlet of his bed. Simon let out a giddy laugh.

The shirt was dark red, the color of wine, made of a soft shiny material that felt like silk in Simon's hands. Simon freed himself of his clothes and put on the black pants, fitting him perfectly. He slid his arms through the sleeves of the dress shirt, clumsily fastening the buttons. Simon walked over to the mirror across the room, studying his reflection with a new appreciation. The red looked striking against his olive skin, bringing out the gold specks in his dark brown eyes. Simon looked dangerous, and for the first time since he became a vampire, he liked it.

It was at that moment Simon caught sight of Raphael in his reflection, standing closely behind him. Simon flinched and let out a jumble of curse words, which seemed to amuse the older vampire even further.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?!" Simon asked, regaining his composure. "Or do you just prefer sneaking up on people and scaring the living crap out of them." Raphael chuckled darkly, the sound oddly thrilling to Simon's ears.

"You're welcome by the way." Raphael smirked, gesturing to his new swanky outfit. He studied Simon from head to toe, nodding slowly. "Honestly, this is some of my best work. You look almost halfway decent." Raphael met Simon's gaze with a crooked smile. They were still looking at each other in the mirror, Raphael's warm breath caressing the back of Simon's neck.

Simon turned around to face him. He knew when he first saw the clothes on his bed, it was Raphael. Who else would go out of their way to help Simon look his part?

"Thank you, Raphael. I mean it," Simon said softly. Raphael shrugged, inspecting his outfit once again.

"It was nothing," he replied. Typical Raphael. "You missed a button."

Raphael took a step closer, fastening the button on Simon's shirt with one hand. The closeness of him made Simon think he'd be blushing if he were still human. A mischievous smile teased the corners of Raphael's full lips, as if he could read Simon's mind. His hands reached to fix Simon's collar, their faces only inches away from each other.

"Nervous?" Raphael asked.

"What? N-No, I-"

"For the party." Raphael interrupted, rolling his eyes. "It's important you don't embarrass me. Camille was a feared and respected leader of the night children. Tonight we need to show our brethren the New York clan is still a force to be reckoned with. Under my command, we've never been stronger."

"Got it," Simon nodded.

"Which means," Raphael continued. "Less talking, more standing in corners minding your own business."

"What, no vampire puns?" Simon quipped. Raphael responded with a hard, warning look. "I'm joking!" Simon said, raising his hands in defense. Raphael sighed, shaking his head.

"I have to get ready." In a flash, Raphael was standing by the door. "Don't be late. If you are, I'll know." Raphael winked at Simon before vanishing out of sight.

Simon was nursing his second bloody cocktail, wedged between a pair of sexy twin vampires from New Jersey. They giggled incessantly at his jokes, stroking Simon's curls and suggestively flicking their tongues in his ears. Sure they were a bit weird, but Simon was having a great time. The glamorous penthouse lounge had been transformed into a nightclub. Four metal poles had been installed from the shiny black floor to the ceiling, exotic dancers slithering up and down them with vampiric speed. There was even a DJ, standing on a platform wide enough to hold a professional booth. House music poured out of the speakers and onto the checkered dance floor where vampires grinded and contorted their bodies, fangs bared. A champagne fountain was placed in the center of the room, spilling liquid gold onto the floor. Waiters with bite marks on their necks and arms never stopped circling the room with trays of drinks. There was a wild energy in the air, hot and intoxicating.

Across the room, Raphael sat on a throne carved of gold. He sure did dress to impress, sporting an expensive looking jacket with black rhinestones adorning the sleeves and tight leather pants. Rubies and other gems sparkled on each finger, collectibles from centuries past. Raphael looked like a king, legs sprawled out leisurely before him. Throughout the party, Simon watched vampires bow their heads to Raphael out of respect. There was something unnerving and terribly fascinating about Raphael in a display of such absolute power. A severity in his dark gaze, which briefly met Simon's before another vampire had come to pay homage to the leader of the New York clan.

Simon at some point after his third drink began to explain the rules of D&D to the twins, which somehow had drawn in a crowd of vampires. They were smiling at him, breaking out in hysterics as if he were a standup comedian. Simon decided to roll with it, enjoying the attention. The spiked blood in his veins made him tingle all over, erasing any anxiety. Simon was about to ask one of the twins to dance when he noticed a tall, female, Asian vampire with chin length purple hair gliding towards him. She glared at the twins who quickly abandoned their seats, moving on to find another vampire to fondle.

"You must be the fledgling," she said in a silvery voice. Simon checked out her smooth spidery legs as she eased down beside him. "I'm Lily, you might have heard of me."

"O-Oh!" Simon stuttered, caught off guard. "Of course. Isn't this your party?" Lily glanced around the room and shrugged.

"I suppose, but really this is all for Raphael. Our new king," Lily replied with a dreamy look in her eyes. Simon followed her gaze across the room. Raphael was engaged in a conversation with the leader of the Philadelphia clan, looking rather bored. "The throne suits him, doesn't it? Raphael has always been a natural born leader."

"You and him go way back, huh?" Simon asked. Lily smiled, two needle sharp fangs protruding over glossy pink lips.

"Almost fifty years." Simon tried to ignore the twinge of fear in his chest. In fifty years, his mother could very much be dead. Clary would be past middle age. Lily studied Simon curiously, leaning in close. Simon nearly choked on her sugary perfume. "Raphael speaks of you often, you know."

"Really?" Simon asked, incredulous.

"He says you're a powerful asset for us, with your close ties to the Nephilim."

"Oh," Simon said dumbly. Lily laughed, tilting her head to the side.

"I also think Raphael is rather fond of you."

"Now that I don't believe," Simon scoffed. His response seemed to amuse Lily even more.

"Don't mistake criticism for judgment. Raphael has your best interests at heart. He won't let anyone touch a hair on that pretty head of yours," Lily said flirtatiously. Simon glanced over at Raphael, and was surprised to find him watching them with an unreadable expression. Simon realized Raphael had likely heard their entire conversation. Lily was tracing circles on Simon's thigh, working her way slowly up when Simon impulsively jerked away. Lily looked shocked, but quickly eased back into her careless charm. Simon snuck another glance in Raphael's direction, surprised and a little disappointed to find the throne empty.

Lily jumped back into conversation with Simon as if he never rejected her advances. She was clever, a little intimidating, but Simon soon realized she was genuinely interested in learning more about him. Raphael never asked Simon questions about his friends or family. Simon found himself enjoying Lily's company, secretly grateful there was another vampire in the Dumort he could talk to.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Simon spotted two male vampires kissing passionately on the dance floor. They were completely lost in each other, ignoring the wild debauchery surrounding them. For some reason, Simon couldn't tear his eyes away from the two men. His body was fluctuating between hot and cool, tingling pleasurably all over.

"Does that shock you?" Lily asked, gesturing to the couple. Simon cleared his throat awkwardly, realizing he was staring.

"What? N-No! I'm very uh…" Simon waved his hand in a circular motion towards the two men, who were now bumping and grinding on each other. "Pro- everything!"

Lily laughed, looking at Simon in a way that made him terribly nervous all of a sudden. She leaned back, draping her slender arm over the chaise frame.

"You know," she said watching Simon tentatively. "Sexuality doesn't mean anything to us like it does for mundanes. The night children seek pleasure above anything else. It's what makes us different from other Downworlders. Why deny yourself if you want someone badly enough and they want you in return?"

Simon couldn't help but think there was some hidden intention in her words. Fortunately before he could muster up an appropriate response, a waiter had returned with their drinks. Lily clapped her hands, handing Simon another glass of fizzling red liquid.

"Honestly, I think I'm good. I've already had three of these," Simon said. He handed the drink back to the waiter, who smiled at him with glassy bloodshot eyes. Lily pouted, nudging Simon playfully.

"Nonsense! You just need to feed to soak up the booze. Daisy!" Lily called out, snapping her fingers. The girl came out of nowhere, moving towards Lily as if she were being pulled by some unyielding force. Daisy smiled at Lily, completely enamored.

"Daisy," Lily said in a voice like she was speaking to a child. "I want you to meet Simon Lewis, the newest member of our family."

Daisy's gaze shifted to Simon. She was a petite pretty girl, with big ocean blue eyes and long white-blonde hair that fell to her hips. Simon could hear her heartbeat, shockingly faint, but there was something eerily inhuman about her. She moved with the same effortless grace like a vampire, and her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Daisy held out her hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said sweetly. Simon reached to take her hand and blanched. There were blue and purple bruises all over her arms, bite marks scarring her porcelain flesh. Simon then realized why there was something off about Daisy. Raphael had told him about darklings, humans who consumed enough vampire blood to live in suspended animation, prolonging natural human life. They were loyal pets to the vampires they served, a walking snack machine.

"Daisy," Lily scolded. "Don't be rude."

"Silly me," Daisy smiled. She sat down on the other side of Simon, offering her wrist to him. Daisy smelled delicious, sweet and ripe. Simon swallowed hard, feeling his fangs strain against his bottom lip painfully. Part of him wanted so badly to sink his teeth into her tender flesh, but then Simon met Grace's empty gaze. She was so fragile, lovely and weak. Daisy frowned, confused by his hesitation.

Simon shot up from his seat, mumbling an apology before staggering away from the party. He stumbled into an empty hall, collapsing against the wall. The house music pounded through his body with merciless force, pouring lead into his veins. Simon surrendered to it, shutting his eyes against the image of Daisy and her pale bruised wrist. He felt the stinging pain of his nails biting hard into the palms of his hands, cutting through flesh.

"Looks like someone had a little too much to drink."

Simon's eyes snapped open at the sound of Raphael's voice, who was standing before him with a smug smile.

"I'm fine," Simon answered weakly. He inhaled a breath he didn't need, slowly unclenching his fists. Simon could feel the shallow wounds already beginning to heal. Raphael studied him, frowning.

"The darklings...they bother you."

Simon wrenched his eyes away from Raphael's face, biting down on his lip hard. He was overheating, burning with rage and a fierce hunger he was afraid he couldn't control. Simon didn't know if it was the spiked blood or Daisy that was making him feel this way, but he did know Raphael standing so close to him was making it worse. A lot worse. Simon nearly jumped when Raphael laid a hand on his cheek, urging Simon to look at him.

"Simon," Raphael whispered. His touch was cool, gentle, silencing the deafening noise surrounding them. "They choose this life willingly."

"Somehow I don't buy that," Simon exhaled harshly. "I-It seems wrong, Raphael."

"I used to feel the same way." Raphael lightly brushed Simon's chin with his thumb before letting his hand fall to his side.

"What changed?" Simon asked shakily. Raphael smiled, a sad wistful smile that broke away the icy wall he always hid behind. Simon knew at that moment he was talking to the real Raphael, the Raphael who was once human and understood the pain of true loss.

"With time, I realized the darklings are a part of who we are. A part of the life we live. One day you will see the truth in my words. I promise you that, Simon." Raphael stared into Simon's eyes with an intensity that made him burn all over.

Simon felt that wild hunger again...clawing at him...fighting to break free. Simon's body reacted on its own; his arms shooting out to pull Raphael against him, their lips crashing together in a hot furious kiss. Raphael growled, pressing Simon harder against the wall. Simon could barely articulate his thoughts. He was consumed by passion, kissing Raphael back with every fiber of his being. Simon suddenly realized the terrible hunger he was feeling was of a deeper kind. A hunger that lived in his bones. Simon cupped the back of Raphael's neck, biting into the tender flesh above his collarbone.

"Dios!" Raphael cried out. Simon bit deeper, drinking greedily. He could taste Raphael's power and lust, his strength and his suffering. Raphael surrendered himself, moaning in ecstasy while Simon satiated his thirst. When he was finished, Simon licked up the blood oozing from the wound, the flesh knitting itself back together within seconds. Raphael shuddered against him.

"I-I've never done that before," Simon sputtered.

"Fed from another vampire or made out with a guy?" Raphael laughed, arching one perfect eyebrow.

"Uh...both I guess." Raphael traced his fingers over Simon's red stained lips, wet with his own blood.

"But you wanted to," he whispered. Simon watched Raphael with a wicked delight lick the blood off his fingers.

"Yes," Simon answered huskily. "I still do."

Raphael's dark liquid eyes shimmered at Simon's words. Their lips met again, wanting to devour each other whole. Raphael deepened the kiss, exploring Simon's mouth with his tongue. Simon could still hear the party around them, but it had faded into a distant buzzing. He was lost in the heat of Raphael's kiss, gasping in surprise when Raphael suddenly had his arms pinned above his head. Raphael began to kiss down his jaw, licking and nipping teasingly at his neck. Simon shivered, feeling Raphael's erection press against his thigh. Simon struggled to free his arms wanting to touch him, but the older vampire's grip was too strong.

"Please," Simon whimpered. Raphael rolled his hips into Simon, the friction making the both of them pant needily. Simon was hard, very hard. He couldn't remember ever being so hard in his life. He knew Raphael could feel it throbbing, straining painfully against Simon's pants. Raphael bit down on his lip, drawing blood. Simon sucked in a harsh breath.

"Raphael, please!" The older vampire stopped moving, releasing Simon's wrists. His velvet eyes studied Simon's face, lingering on his lips.

"Please, what?" Raphael asked in a low dangerous voice. Simon swallowed hard, not believing the words that were about to leave his mouth. Lily's voice suddenly played in his head, we are creatures of pleasure...there is no point in denying ourselves if we want someone badly enough and they want us in return. Simon's luminous eyes darkened with desire. He wanted Raphael, so much he felt it in his blood...in his bones. Nothing else mattered.

"Take me to your room," he said breathlessly. Raphael grabbed Simon's hand and together they dashed down the hall and around another corner, bursting through the tall gold doors leading into Raphael's master bedroom.

The moment they were inside, Raphael grabbed the back of Simon's neck and crashed their lips together. Simon kissed him back hungrily, tugging off Raphael's rhinestone jacket and throwing it onto the floor. He tried to work Raphael's belt, but his fingers were shaking from excitement and nerves. Raphael chuckled, pushing Simon onto the king-sized bed. Simon lay panting, stifling a groan as Raphael straddled his waist. He met the older vampire's lustful gaze, trapping them in a primal embrace.

Raphael's hand suddenly wrapped around Simon's throat, firm and dominating. Simon hissed, baring his fangs. Raphael tightened his grip, digging his hips harder into Simon who cried out in agonizing frustration. Raphael laughed like the powerful and deadly king he was, letting go of Simon's throat which bore the red brands of his fingerprints. He hadn't hurt Simon. No, he had marked him. Simon gasped at the sound of his shirt tearing, pearl buttons flying everywhere.

"You ruined my new shirt!" he cried out. Raphael grinned mischievously.

"Let's just say, we're even now."

Simon laughed, sitting up to pull Raphael's shirt off his shoulders. Simon remembered seeing Raphael shirtless for the first time in one of their training sessions. He couldn't help himself from staring at those broad shoulders ripped with muscle, the tattoo of the Mother Mary on his glistening back, the sharp V of his torso... Even then, Simon thought Raphael was beautiful.

His eyes drifted as they always did to the gold crucifix hanging from Raphael's neck and the red burning scar it left on his chest. Impulsively, Simon leaned down and kissed it. When he heard Raphael gasp, Simon realized what he was doing and jerked away. He hesitated before meeting Raphael's eyes, expecting to find himself staring into cold stone fury, but instead Raphael drew him closer. He kissed Simon deeply, slow and passionate. Simon was amazed by how perfectly their mouths moved together. He took the moment to explore Raphael's body with his hands, feeling the slope of his spine...the fortitude of his shoulders and arms...the trail of dark hair leading from his navel to below the waistline of his leather pants.

Simon traced Raphael's jawline with his tongue, loosening his belt with steady hands. He was ready now, his aching need to be as close to Raphael as possible overpowering any hesitation. Raphael gently pressed him onto his back, the gold crucifix dangling above Simon's eyes. He began to plant kisses down Simon's neck...his chest and stomach.. not stopping till his hands were on the zipper of Simon's pants.

The sensation of Raphael taking Simon in his mouth was enough to make Simon arch his back, gripping the sheets of the bed to keep himself from writhing. Simon choked, wanting so badly to shout the name of God. Raphael ran his tongue up and down Simon's shaft, teasing the head lightly with his teeth. Simon swore loudly, digging his fingers in Raphael's short black hair. He was on the verge of an orgasm when Raphael sunk his teeth into the femoral artery below his groin. Simon cried out, cumming hard as Raphael drank slowly and licked up the blood spilling down his thigh.

Before Simon could regroup, Raphael flipped him over onto his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut from the heat of Raphael's lips on his neck, nipping the lobe of his ear. Raphael was leaning over him, his hands propped on the bed to avert crushing Simon.

"Are you sure?" Raphael whispered in his ear. Simon could feel the older vampire's hard length throbbing against him. He nodded, turning his head to kiss Raphael on the mouth. Moments later, Simon gritted his teeth as Raphael pushed inside him.

"Dios, Simon!" Raphael moaned. Simon jerked his hips back, deepening Raphael's thrust. It was hard to describe, the feeling of Raphael burying himself inside Simon...whispering his name over and over again. Simon had never felt so connected to someone, bound by pleasure and pain. For the first time since Simon became a vampire, he felt truly alive. Raphael quickened his thrusts, biting Simon's shoulder as he violently came. Simon followed shortly after crying out Raphael's name, shuddering beneath him.

Raphael kissed Simon's neck tenderly, still buried deep inside him. They stayed like that for a while, savoring the feeling of being one before Raphael slowly pulled out. He rolled onto his back, laughing. Simon lay on his side, watching the leader of the New York vampire clan break out in a fit of giggles. It was an odd sight to say the least.

"What?" Simon asked, nudging him playfully. Raphael stopped laughing and sighed, staring up at Simon with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Simon Lewis," he said. "You will be the end of me."

Simon woke up feeling a bit sore all over, but found himself sort of liking it. He yawned, rubbing his eyes roughly with the palms of his hands. He saw flashes of the night before: the sparkling champagne fountain...vampire exotic dancers sliding up and down metal poles...Lily Chen's fangs protruding over pink glossy lips...Daisy offering her sweet bruised wrist...Raphael pressing him up against a wall-

Simon sat up, taking in his surroundings. He was in a massive bedroom with black and white checkered walls, a smooth white-tiled floor with an animal hide rug Simon assumed was once a Siberian tiger. The plush bed Simon was currently occupying was deep crimson, with matching silk sheets. Laying beside him was a sleeping shirtless Raphael, and likely naked Raphael beneath the covers snaking around his waist. The realization dawned on Simon that he himself was naked. Raphael slept faced away from Simon, the sight of his broad muscular back invoking memories of the passionate night they had shared together.

Without thinking, Simon reached out and traced his fingers over Raphael's tattoo of the Mother Mary. Raphael stirred, murmuring in spanish before he awoke with a loud yawn. He rolled onto his back, meeting Simon's gaze with a lazy smile.

"Were you watching me sleep? That's a bit creepy, even for you." Simon rolled his eyes.

"Relax, I only woke up a minute ago. I was um...piecing together last night's events. I think those vampire drinks might have messed with my memory a little."

Raphael rested his hands behind his head, studying Simon's face.

"Well, what do you remember?"

"Most of it," Simon answered truthfully. He swallowed, realizing with a sharp pang in his chest he had given Raphael a part of himself he could never take back. What if this was only a one time thing, Simon wondered anxiously. Raphael could easily have other lovers, other men with way more experience than him.

Raphael frowned, clearly noticing Simon's distress. He sat up, cradling Simon's face in both hands.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked with a concern that made Simon ache all over.

"God, no!" Simon exclaimed. He gasped, realizing he had just said God aloud. A wild giggle burst from Simon's lips. "Did you hear that? I can say God! God. God-"

Raphael kissed Simon deeply, making his head spin. It was the kind of kiss Simon once dreamed about sharing with Clary, a kiss that has the power to bind your souls together. An everlasting promise. Raphael smiled against Simon's lips.

"Finally, now I know how to get you to shut up."

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