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When Peter exploded inside of her, Marina tilted her head, elongating her neck, and when the hiss came, she braced for the brief pain that followed.
Then, there was bliss, and she shot up to the clouds.
48
MARGO
Margo woke up to the smell of eggs frying in butter.
Frankie must be back, and if she was making breakfast, she must be feeling much better. Last night, she'd been too tired and weak to attend the wedding, so her being on her feet was a major improvement. But hadn't Bridget said that she needed to wait until Dagor's venom was out of her system to conduct the immortality test?
She wouldn't have released Frankie from the clinic without it. Or would she?
Oh, well, there was only one way to find out, and it required Margo to get out of bed.
Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head, wiggled her toes, and then tossed the duvet aside.
After a quick visit to the bathroom, she shrugged Frankie's flimsy robe on, padded to the living room, and stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw who was in the kitchen.
"Negal? What are you doing here?"
He smiled at her. "Good morning. I made three kinds of eggs because you never told me what you liked. I have scrambled, sunny side up, and hard-boiled."
"Good morning," she murmured.
Tightening the nearly sheer robe around her, Margo considered ducking back into the bedroom. Frankie's nightgown was so short on her that her ass was probably showing, and the matching robe was not much better.
"What's your pleasure?" Negal asked. "I mean egg-wise."
He was wearing jeans and a navy-blue T-shirt, his hair was tussled like he hadn't combed it after waking up, and he was so handsome that she could barely breathe.
"Scrambled," Margo managed with an effort. "Did you sleep here?"
"Did you forget? I told you that I didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone in here."
"I didn't forget. I just didn't think that you would still be here in the morning."
"I wouldn't have left before you woke up." He pulled out a chair for her. "Please, sit down."
"I should get dressed first."
"The eggs will get cold. Come on." He patted the chair. "I also brewed coffee and made toast."
A god had cooked her breakfast.
Talk about surreal.
She padded to the chair and sat down. "I must be still dreaming."
He arched a brow. "Has no man ever cooked breakfast for you?"
"Even if someone had, he wouldn't have been a god. I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate reality."
"I get it." He pushed her chair in and then put a plate with scrambled eggs and toast in front of her. "As someone who has visited many planets, I'm familiar with the feeling, although I have grown to like it. It makes life more interesting." At her puzzled expression, he continued, "Every colony is like a different world, especially those that have been around for a long time and developed their own cultures and traditions. Some of them deviated a lot from my home planet."
She remembered him mentioning something about it last night, but her memory of everything they had talked about was a little hazy. Well, not the part about him having fangs and venom or the part about him having to bite her during sex to induce her transition. That, she remembered very clearly.
"Coffee?" Negal asked.
