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“Seriously? Oh my gosh, yes! A thousand times yes!” Tana exclaimed.
“Huh, that’s exactly what Jezzie said when Roth asked us to marry him.” Nithe laughed.
“So wait, you are all marrying Roth? Why aren’t you all marrying Jezzie?” Tana’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Oh, they are, T. We are all marrying each other, right, guys?” Jezzie jumped in.
“Absolutely. We are a package deal,” Roth added.
“Have you told your father about this yet, Jezzie?” Uncle Micah smirked through the haze around him.
“Not yet. Should I have told him first? This having a dad thing is so weird and new.” Jezzie felt anxiety bubble inside her. She didn’t want to hurt her dad’s feelings, but they were also not as close as she was with Tana and her uncle. At least not yet.
“He’ll be fine, Jezebeth. Don’t stress. But you might find he becomes a bit of a bridezilla, even though it’s not his wedding, and he’s not the bride.” Uncle Micah laughed. “You should have seen him at Adam and Eve’s wedding and every one of Henry the VIII’s. Diva nightmares with him prancing about.” He proceeded to prance and flap his hands about performing an exaggerated sniffle for effect.
“Oh, dear lord, don’t remind us. That was so embarrassing.” Athon facepalmed. “Hey, do we know you?” Suspicion laced his voice.
Jezzie pushed Nithe back through the door and yelled over her shoulder, “Tana, can you tell the princes the news please? Thanks, bye, gotta go.” Just before the woman in the willow slammed the door shut.
Athon peered at her curiously until she sighed, shrugged her shoulders and said, “This whole ‘the Almighty’s Plan’ shit is getting old fast.”
“Right, got it.” Athon nodded. “We’ll know when we need to, I’m sure. Are you okay, Jez? I know you want to tell us whatever it is, but I’m assuming you can’t?”
“Yep, I just hope nobody’s pissed at me when it comes out.” She sighed leaning into his strength.
“I’m sure they’ll understand.” Roth ruffled her hair and she glared at him playfully.
“Let’s go share our good news with Lucifer and the rest of the gang, and then I feel like I could use a workout.” Roth stretched his shoulders.
Athon wiggled his eyebrows and sent him a lascivious look.
“Not that kind of workout . . . okay maybe that kind, but only after we hit the gym,” he responded as they walked back into their living room and he looked at the clock on the wall. “Yep everyone should be training about now so we can kill two birds with one feather.”
“It’s a stone, dude. Not a feather.” Nithe snickered.
“Ah, but you can kill with a feather too, bro. It just takes more skill and finesse and a lot less brute strength.” Roth cocked his head to the side and smiled.
“Ah, yes, Claudius, I remember that one.” Athon sighed. “Historians are still debating it to this day.”
Nithe went to look up Claudius while they all got changed into gym gear. Jezzie couldn’t wait to stretch her aching muscles and run through some training exercises. It had been a while since she’d practiced her skills. Uncle Micah would be disappointed she'd neglected her training. He wanted her to be fully in control of her powers and fit enough to defend herself if the need arose.
The gymnasium was magnificent. Not as beautiful or idyllic as Paradise but impressive nonetheless. It was a huge underground structure with mats, weights, a boxing ring, and a free use area. There were also several hand-to-hand weapons training areas and a gun range. Everything was fully stocked, clean, and best of all, it didn’t smell like dirty jockstraps.
“Where do we fly?” Nithe asked.
“Outside, we take the tunnel out to the fields and mountains.” The sound of Dante’s voice behind them made them all jump.
“Sneaky little shit,” Roth cussed.
“Says he who ran away,” Dante retorted, slapping Roth on the back of the head. “Don’t do something that stupid again. My little sis deserves better.”
“I swear upon the Almighty themself,” Roth promised.
As they made their way toward one of the hand-to-hand areas other members of her dad’s team came up and gave her a smile and Roth a slap on the back. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t have to. They were all clearly pleased to have him back.
Only Lily kept her distance, a scowl darkened her expression more than any storm cloud could. Seriously, what was her problem?
Jezzie stretched her neck, and limbered up her muscles before she slowly called forth her wings and let them unfurl. Freedom coursed through her body and she relished the rush that came with it. Her weapons manifested into her hands and she drew the blades from their sheaths, the gentle hiss of the steel sang through her veins. She felt the illusion slip over her as she concentrated on the image of Leraie, amid gasps and exclamations from those present.
