“Oh my gods, you really did have it out for the god of the dead. Soot and storms, Elysia, first a prince who could turn you in and have you hung at any last breath, and now the god of the dead? You need serious help.” She hooted mercilessly, and Elysia turned a vibrant shade of red. “I do not,” she muttered. “And his name is Aidan.” All three women blinked. “He has a name?” Beatriz looked repulsed by this. “He has three pint-size dogs and a beautiful home.” They all sat back and pondered this for a moment until Beatriz finally got down to it. “Alright. So, he’s sexy. He's got three tiny-ass
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