“I almost lost you,” he whispered, kissing her tenderly. “And in that would have lost myself. I love you, meryt. My beloved.”
Val stroked his chest, enamored by this softer side of her reaper. “You know, I think I love you, too.”
“Of course you do. How could you not?”
She laughed.
“And even though you are much weaker than I am, with the right spells, we’ll get you up to snuff.”
“You call me lesser? Ha.”
“Never lesser, meryt. Equal. But not more.” He scowled. “And if Ilu has a problem with that, we’ll talk.”
Val didn’t have the heart to tell him that Ilu was so besotted by their love and lovemaking that the deity had no words, just a sense of contentment that made so many years of loneliness worth bearing.
For times like this.
“Admit it, Khent.” She said, drawing circles on his chest as they faded into sleep. “I’m the coolest. I not only have a sexy man, I have the only black dragon in existence. And he’s so handsome, I could weep.”
He chuckled. “Yes, my love. You definitely win.” A pause. “Make sure to rub it in when you greet the rest of my kin and their mates. They should know how superior we both are.”
She laughed and hugged him back.I am the luckiest human on the planet.
Just as she drifted off, she heard Ilu whisper,You really are.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-TWO
Rolf didn’t knowhow he’d gotten the short stick.
First, Khent and Val disappeared to go get naked and freaky while he got the third degree from fucking Mormo.
Then that sexy, scary, annoying female sent a message that they’d have to delay their search for the Bloode Stone because she had something pressing. More important than saving the world from Hecate’s “the Darkness That Comes.”Dun dun dun.
“So why do I have all the shit work, I ask you?” Stuck at the Beast Brigade cleaning up all of Val’s dead bodies, he stood around while a bunch of his wolf friends ate carcasses.
On loan from Alfheim, the wolves were a loose relation. Technically, Fenrir’s cousins. The wolf that would eventually kill that braggart, Odin. Fenrir was a hell of a frisbee golf player and all-around fun dude. So he had a temper. Who didn’t?
But one weird prophecy and everyone had a hard-on for the guy.
And speaking of hard-ons…
“That chick was into me, you know? She had some sexy guns. Not as nice as mine of course, but still.”
The wolf nearest him rolled his eyes and moved onto the next corpse.
Several of the dead bodies had already been shuttled to some ghoul dens courtesy of MEC, but the lycan bodies needed a different burial, according to Riley’s pack.
Personally, Rolf considered the dead the dead. Witch, lycan, or mage. They all ended up in the same place. Not next to him, so who cared?
He continued to complain until his cousin snapped at him.
Rolf snapped back then shifted into wolf form to tussle with the guys.
A few hours later, he treated himself to a trip to the bazaar to see how progress continued with the cleanup.
Two days later, the city was still in a state of panic. As hard as MEC had tried, humans knew they’d seen some fucked-up crazy. Monsters and demons running around Seattle! Mages losing their heads! Limbs covered in green fuzz moving around on their own! A sexy, blond, godlike figure beheading and crushing demons—how cool!
