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Her knight was dressed in clean clothes and his hair was damp when he entered the room. “Amaros said young Grace here will give us a tour of our new home,” he said.

“I love this part,” Grace said with an infectious smile. “I’ll show you guys around, then we can eat dinner.”

Mon’s stomach growled and they snickered together as they embarked on the tour.

Chapter Forty-Four

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NAZAB COULDN’T HIDE his euphoria as the tiny teenager showed him and his female around the gigantic stone base. Monica held his hand, smiling just as widely as he was. His fears that she would be alone after the war ended and he returned to the Void had been laid to rest. It was depressing that they would only have a short time together, but this was their destiny.

“Tori planted gardens in the spaces between the north and south wings,” Grace said, opening a door in the kitchen to reveal a hidden garden. “Sin can duplicate anything, but we still like to grow fresh fruit and vegetables.”

“One of the cambions can duplicate items?” Monica asked in shock. They both still had a lot to learn about their new allies.

“I’ll let the girls tell you about their talents,” the kid said, then led them to the south wing. It was a mirror image of the north wing. She showed them the vixen engraved on her door, then escorted them outside.

Nazab was impressed with the work his brothers and their females had put into the base. He felt like he’d missed out, though. “There’s nothing left that needs to be done?” he asked in disappointment.

Grace laughed, green eyes lighting up. “We’re currently building a mansion for Queeg and we still have a long way to go.”

“Who’s Queeg?” Monica asked in confusion.

“You’ll find out in a little while,” their guide said mysteriously. “It’ll be dark soon,” she added. “I can show you the lake if we’re quick.”

Nazab swung his female into his arms. “Lead the way,” he said in anticipation.

Grace sped along a path they’d worn through the woods. A wide section of trees had been knocked down by something big. “We put the septic tank there,” she said, pausing to show them the top of a huge concrete tank. The rest of it was hidden beneath the ground. She kept going and led them to a serene lake.

“I love this,” Mon said when Nazab put her down. She gazed at the scenery, probably picturing them sitting at one of the picnic tables.

“Amaros couldn’t have chosen a better place to be our base,” Naz said in approval.

“Here comes Queeg now,” Grace said, waving at a distant figure. He waved back and picked up his pace. “He must have taken a walk,” she figured.

“That’s a human,” Monica said in surprise.

The male loped over to them with an easy grin. He was wearing a cowboy hat and took it off to bow to Mon. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” he said, then nodded at Nazab as well.

“This is Monica and Nazab,” Grace said. “Guys, this is Queegly Crantz, otherwise known as the Mad Prophet.”

Monica goggled at the oracle they’d heard on the radio. “I thought your voice sounded familiar,” she said in recognition.

“We’re grateful for your guidance, human,” Nazab said wryly, since he’d barely given them any clues about where to go.

Queegly chuckled without taking offense. “Fate speaks through me, son,” he said with a shrug. “I can only tell you what she allows me to say. We both know how dangerous it is to try to defy destiny herself.”

Nazab couldn’t argue with that point. He’d only just met this male, but he knew he would get along with him. Grace led them back to the base and Queeg hung his hat on a hook on the wall. “I could eat a bear,” he said and slid a sly look at the newbies.

“Please don’t mention bears,” Mon said, wrinkling her nose. “They’re not my favorite animals right now.”

Grace snickered, then the energy stealer laughed along with her. They headed through the hallways and entered a huge dining room. The plush dark blue chairs matched the ones in the great room they’d briefly seen. Grinning faces greeted them as the new arrivals chose seats. There were still plenty of chairs left, but over half of their family were gathered together now.

“I’m Zoe,” Zo said to Nazab, even though he would have heard her introduce herself to his mate earlier. “Like Queegly, I can see the past and the future.”

One by one, the knights and females introduced themselves. Each cambion described their talent and any other skills they had. They waited expectantly for Monica and Nazab to speak. “You all know I’m Nazab,” the knight said, then glanced at his female.

“I’m Monica and I can steal energy from living beings,” Mon said. No one looked surprised, so Nazab figured the two oracles had already foreseen her talent. “But I have another skill that I’m pretty sure you’re going to like,” she added.