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He kept his voice even. “I’m going to compete in the chase.”
Somehow understanding, Maggie grabbed her hands. “Don’t let those stuck-up, emotionally constipated fuckers keep you from crying. You’re allowed to cry. This is a full-on-sobbing, breakdown-worthy situation.”
I will make this up to you, little doe.
Be around the demon who hunted you for more than five minutes before deciding he’s adorable, she reprimanded as she marched forward and sat in the cloud-soft seat.
Goddess? Aurora was a spiritual person. She believed in the interconnectedness of things and that the exchange of energy was vaster and more mysterious than anyone yet knew.
Even now, he should be isolating and devising contingency strategies, yet only one pitiful thought lingered in his mind: She wants to spend time with me. It was a sappy notion that suffused him with unwelcomed giddiness, but he couldn’t shake it.
He’d never commanded a female do anything before, but he found her prompt obedience…stimulating.
“That’s a beautiful thought,” she murmured. He traced the curves of her lovely face. “You inspire beautiful thoughts.”
A sharp cramp caught her by surprise, as though her uterus were punishing her for not currently being pregnant with this demon god’s child.
LMFAO real.
“Why did you offer to bring me if you knew this would happen?” she whispered while eyeing all the shoppers sneaking glances in their direction. “Because I knew it’d bring you joy.”
“Besides, even if the Goddess’s gaze was fevered, couldn’t that mean she was overcome with passion? My opinion might not be worth much in this city, but I think you were blessed with a heart meant for love.”
“The Goddess was unreasonably generous when she formed you.”
She’d turned someplace clean and practical into a world of chaos, warmth, and color. Aurora worked to nourish, not impress. And Rhaego watched, purr held in his throat, as his little doe transformed the kitchen into a heart. A space that thrummed with energy. Pulsed with life.
“How do you like to be touched, little doe?”
“Show me those pretty eyes.”
AHH
She was so beautiful. The Goddess had stolen pieces of the sky to form her eyes and weaved pale morning sunlight through her hair.
“Do you have a fever too, little doe?” Her glare softened, and she took a deep breath. “Only when it comes to you.”
“You’ve already earned me, Rhaego,” she whispered, making him shiver though he rejected her words. “I’m already yours.”
He chuckled and pulled back, leveling her with his warm gaze. “You make me okay when I am not okay, little doe.”
“I wish there was less forgiveness in your heart,” he rasped through a tense jaw. Aurora swallowed the clog in her throat and placed a hand on his chest. “I wish there were more in yours.”
“Pain for pain is the answer, then? You’re wading through tar and hoping to reach the shore unsullied.”
“Hey, Diana,” Maggie called. She turned with raised brows, sniffing as a guard held one of the doors open for her. Maggie’s face fell. “Get fucked.”
I freaking love Maggie
Standing in a cloud of dust was Rhaego, livid, clothes ripped and covered in splattered blood, though she didn’t know whose. His crimson, glowing eyes swam in pools of black and were already trained directly on her as though he’d known exactly where she’d be standing. “Hi, baby,” she called with a grin.
“Tough day, huh, buddy? You did the right thing.” She awkwardly patted the stiff soldier on the shoulder. “Would it make you feel better to chase me around a little? I’ll let you catch me.” Khurrik’s head snapped down toward Maggie, brows lifting to his horns.
“Don’t be sorry, little doe. You are my salve.” Her palm rose to cover his. “My world is blurred at the moment. I need time to make sense of it all,” he began. “But I love you, Aurora. If no other truth exists in this world, know that will always remain.”
Watching Aurora didn’t hit him like the shock of a lightning strike or the blow of a fist. When she was merely existing like this and he had the privilege of witnessing that existence, it was like sitting before a beautiful sea, watching the waves crash. Gazing into the hypnotic curl and snap of a fire. Listening to gentle rain on a misty fall day. It fed the soul.
