the smuggler’s bible


Meliodas hasn’t thought of his ex in years. He’s married now, and happy.

Out hunting, he takes off after a hart and leaves his barons behind to choke on his dust. It’s a tough chase, and he wonders if maybe this is the one he doesn’t catch.

He follows the stag into an old castle, right through the gate. Then it’s gone—melting away like a spring rain. The portcullis drops behind him, and that’s that. His ex waits on the other side of the bars.

“Finally, you’re mine,” she coos. “After all this time, the one who got away.”