“Go woo Emerson,” Meena instructs with a huff. “I'll keep the hellion busy for a bit. Until Nadia decides to grace me with a great-grandchild, this is all I've got.” Ember stands up and yanks down her pajama pants. “Isn't she old enough to use the toilet?” I ask, still baffled by everything that's happened this morning. “Go win over Emerson's affections,” Meena says, steadying the child. “You've got an incubus in the house. Use that to your advantage.” I frown. I don't like the sound of that. I don't need Arsyn ramping up Emerson’s lust for her to want me. I'm an ancient Viking warlord and a
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