Khent sniffed. “Get out.”
“Now hold on.”
Val didn’t know what to think. Was it a good thing that Khent had ruined her for any other man? Or a bad thing, because did she really think Mr. Arrogant wouldn’t remember how lowly humans were? Like all guys, he’d act sexy and charming until he finished with her. Then he’d turn back into a dickhead.
“Well, he’s always a dickhead. But apparently, he’s good in bed, so there’s that.”
Her cheeks burned. “Morpheus, stay out of my head.”
Khent turned her to face him andsmiled.“You think I’m a dickhead?
That pure joy stunned her, so beautiful he seemed radiant. She could only stare back in disbelief. “I’m not dreaming?”
“No.” He kissed her, his branding brutal and swift.
For a second, she forgot her own name.
He pulled back and turned her around to face Morpheus once more, his arms around her tightening before he sat them both up. Using the sheet to hide her from the lecherous god’s gaze, he growled, “Mine.”
“Geez, Khent. Why don’t you pee around her to mark your territory?” Morpheus rolled his eyes. “Vampires.”
She heard Khent hiss and clutched his hand over her belly. “Shh. Don’t let the shiny god get to you. Remember. You’re mine.”
Khent gave a soft chuckle. “You amuse me, Valentine.”
“You two are just the cutest.” Morpheus’s body glowed so brightly it hurt Val to look at him. When the glow faded, he wore jeans and a golden tee-shirt. “Now up and at ‘em. I have something to show you.”
Of course he watched her with a big grin on his face, refusing to turn around. Khent darted around Val and dove at the god, but Morpheus controlled his environment with ease. He snapped his fingers, and Khent wore his typical trousers and collared shirt in black. Val wore jeans and a pretty pink tee.
Khent’s eyes darkened with fury as he stared at her.
“What?”
“You will turn her hair back to its natural color.Now.”
Val glanced down to see her normally brown hair a soft gold. “Huh?”
“Oh, relax, Khent. She seemed so happy and sunny there for a moment. She was screaming ‘I’m a blond.’” Morpheus shrugged, and she watched her hair turn dark again. “Happy now? Honestly, you vampires are so sensitive.”
Once again, Morpheus vanished when Khent drove a fist at his face.
“Temper, temper, Son of Osiris.”
“He’s a Night Bloode,” she automatically corrected.
Khent nodded. “Correct.”
“Whatever. You two, come with me.” Morpheus pointed to a large door that appeared next to the bathroom.
“Was this here before?” she asked.
“No.” Khent stared at it. “Morpheus, if we die in the dream state, do we die in reality?”
“I don’t think so. Yes? No? Well, humans can. But you’re not human, are you?”
“But Valentine is.”
“Is she?” The god shrugged. “Better keep her close then.”
