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“Ignore him, Zelos. It’s just you and me.” My eyes find Sage and everything else falls away.
I’m driving straight into her, watching her shoulders move with every thrust in and out of her. My hips are pistoning, in and out, in and out, I pummel her sweet little cunt until all I can hear or see is my chosen. All of our problems and all of our heartbreaks are set away in a place that can’t ever touch us.
The next couple of days may be our undoing, depending on how things go with the sacrifice, but one thing will never change.
She is mine and I am hers, and no amount of imbalance in our world can ever take that away from us.
She comes on my dick like the queen she is, soaking it with her pleasure. As soon as I feel her cunt squeezing my shaft, I loseit. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and groan until every ounce of breath has left my lungs.
“Oh my Goddess. That was…” She’s right. There are no words for what happens between us. It’s magical in a whole different realm.
“Yeah, it was.” My vines retract and pull my chosen up for a deep, soul scorching kiss. “It always is.”
“Sage!” Her name, screamed out from the next room, bursts her invisibility bubble. I know it does because all of a sudden we’re both dressed as if nothing happened. Besides scaring the fuck out of the soulkeeper sitting at the table with our unexpected appearance, we just look like we’re talking in private. Albeit sitting on the wooden surface which is, in and of itself, a faux-pas.
“That was Danika.” We both look at the entrance to the Dei’s chamber and Sage is right, Danika is calling out to her. “She needs me.”
“Don’t we all, Satapti.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Sage
“Iknow how to bring him back.” Danika’s eyes are wide, her irises only rimmed with red, unlike the full coverage from before.
She’s standing beside Slash’sSnow Whitestyle glass coffin, and now that I know he’s not the forever kind of dead because I trust the word of my best friend like no other, I absolutely plan on ribbing him for the similarity. He would have it no other way.
“How?” I have no reason to ask her if she’s sure, I know she is.
“The spirit of his demon horse, Elio…it didn’t leave with his soul. It joined with mine.” Shaking her head, she furrows her brow. “It’s weird as fuck, babe, but it seems I have this mind thing. And by seems, I mean, I do for sure.” Settling her eyes on mine, she takes a deep breath. “It’s a vampyre trait, all the mind reading stuff, but mine is developing in a completely different way. I’m a target because of it.” She sighs. “But that’s a whole other issue. Anyway, I have Slash’s horse and I er…” She clears her throat.
“You’re giving me crumbs here, Dan, I need the whole cookie jar.” I can’t deny the fast pace of my heart already, though,because this has to be the fix we need that doesn’t involve Hack and his brothers giving away a part of themselves.
“The Moirai can talk to me. It’s in stupid fucking riddles, but still. I need to find Loki’s sword, Laevateinn. It’s supposed to carry the essence of Loki; complex, cunning, and deceptive.” She’s speaking as though reeling the information from a sheet of paper. “I need to return it to Loki, because in his hands, the weapon is whatever he wants it to be. And er…” Closing her eyes for a second, she appears to be mentally prepping herself for her next words. “It’s the same weapon that killed Slash. Something about the design. I don’t know everything. Most of this shit I’m putting two and two together and coming up with pineapples.”
“Laevateinn?” Hack makes his presence clear and known, sidling up beside me and towering over the both of us.
“That’s the one.” Danika nods.
“Loki’s a dick. I think someone needs to teach him what helping kyn means. Handing a murderous djinn a powerful, magical weapon is…” Hack huffs, or more like growls in frustration. “I don’t know why I’m wasting my breath. It’s Loki. He will always find a way to be the mischievous bastard he is.”
“Wasn’t Reilly captured and…ya know…” I don’t particularly want to finish that sentence because we both definitely know. We were there when it happened.
“Did the Moirai give you a location?” Hack ignores my comment about Reilly and soldiers on, his aim to get as much information as possible.
“Nope. That would be too easy. Here’s the thing, though, I can only bring him back to life on Hallows Eve. Almost a year from now. I still don’t know how, but with Loki and the sword in place, the Moirai will give me the final instruction when it is time.” She didn’t know Slash, but I can see that the weight of this is heavy on her shoulders.
“We have a plan, too. I’ve just spoken to my brothers and they have, of course, agreed. The remaining Horsemen are asking the Thirteen to grant us permission to give up slices of ourselves to restore Slash. We can’t wait a year.” Hack wraps his arms around me, as if he needs the comfort.
“That’s the other thing…” Danika scrunches up her nose and looks a little sheepish. “They will agree to it, and Slash needs it, but it can only be on Hallows Eve. Loki assumed the weapon was going to be used on Sage, so he thought it would be funny to take you both back to the whole Halloween thing.”
“So this is all Loki’s fault?” This growl is one of those murderously sexy ones and I have to hold myself back from melting into a wet puddle all over him.
“In a sense—”
Before Danika finishes her sentence, I try to diffuse the moment.
“Reilly would have brought a weapon to that meeting regardless of Loki’sgift, but what he did by bringingthatparticular weapon was give us a way to bring Slash back. Any other weapon and our options would probably be a lot poorer than they are now. Right?” I look up at the demon who easily makes my knees weak and give him my best optimistic grin.
