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And the death dragon that rules it feels more like mine every single night.
Thanks to the mate bond, Legion’s presence is like a gravitational pull. It’s not only his location, either—it’s his mood. His intentions. His lust. I feel it all, and I can’t get enough. I’m not sure how I ever doubted our connection as mates, except that I know now how much my curse muted everything else in the beginning.
Now, the only things muted are my screams as I come for him at night?—
but only after the rest of the house insisted we keep it down.
Standing in my bedroom, I assess my appearance in the mirror, wondering if I should change again. The black dress is tight around my hips and breasts, the straps thin, with a scandalously high slit up the side of the skirt. But trading my scarf and gloves for a slinky dress isn’t the only change. My green hair is brighter than ever—permanently so—and my emerald eyes gleam with a life force that grows stronger daily. Tartarus is changing me. Making me in its image. Powerful, magical—and immortal.
Before I can move, strong hands land on my hips, and I watch through the reflection as Legion steps up behind me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
He dips his head and drops a lingering kiss to my bared neck. His tongue darts out, licking the scar where he bit and claimed me. I shudder, my skin tingling and my body already thrumming for more.
His hand slides lazily down the front of my dress, grabbing handfuls of fabric and pulling it up to gain access. I turn my head, and his mouth captures mine, his kiss possessive. Claiming. Promising a hell of a lot more where this came from.
I pull back, sighing against his lips.
“We can’t be late,” I tell him.
“Sure we can,” he says. “They’re going to be too drunk to notice anyway.”
I give him a withering look and, with a scowl, he releases my dress. He grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. “Fine, but I’m getting double the orgasms out of you later as compensation for my loss.”
I laugh. “Deal.”
He takes my hands and leads me from our bedroom.
Downstairs, Kendall, Chaya, and Klyn are standing around chatting while they wait for us. Bron’s voice drifts out from down the hall, asking if he can add sprinkles to the pastries. Brigita answers him in a gentler voice than I’ve ever heard her use on anyone else.
“Finally,” Kendall says when she sees us. “I thought we were going to have to send up a search party.”
“Ugh, that kind of dirty work is far outside my scope as a soldier,” Klyn says, shaking his head disgustedly.
“Oh, gross, now that you mention it, I take it back. No search parties.”
“Maybe just a lightning storm and a mysterious roof leak right over the mattress,” Chaya says, eyes gleaming.
“You wouldn’t,” I say.
She laughs, and I realize she absolutely would.
“Come on, we don’t want to be late,” Legion says, grabbing my hand and pushing past everyone on our way to the door.
“Oh, now you want to be in a hurry,” Klyn teases, falling into step behind us.
Our walk to town brings more laughter, and by the time we arrive at Osiris, my sides ache from listening to Legion and Klyn boast about whose team will win the next round of war games, which apparently involves laser tag with lasers that leave burns behind.
Inside the bar, four others are already waiting. Legion explained the bar would be closed to everyone else for the night, which makes sense, given the guest list. My stomach flips a little with sudden nerves at meeting someone so important and legendary, but I focus first on the faces I do know.
“Here they are,” Styx says.
She and Reagan come forward, each of them grabbing me in a fierce hug.
“Really glad to see you,” Reagan says to me, giving my hand a quick squeeze. “Without all the layers, I mean.”
“Me too,” I agree.
