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Even after Emon broached the possibility of forming a clan.

“You all came when my mate called,” he said. “You fought for me and the princess. And according to the laws of this domain, which I get to make up, that means your punishment is rescinded and you’re pardoned for past crimes.” He paused. “At least, the ones I know about.”

Zakerek snorted.

“And since I’m thinking about starting a clan of my own, that would make you eligible for membership.”

“Why would I want to be in your clan?” Zakerek snapped. “I don’t even want to talk to you once a month, when you come out to the mine.”

“Well, nobody’s going to make you,” Emon said. “Think it over.”

Zakerek frowned. “Would we have to live in the castle?”

Mikah elbowed him. “We want to live in the castle, moron.”

This fucking dragon was a piece of work.

Emon shrugged. “You can stay out in your camp if you want. Because it’s so nice there. I can see why you wouldn’t want to live here, what with the chef and the comfy couches and the hot and cold running water. I’m thinking about opening a permanent portal to Earth, too, so we can have internet.”

“What’s internet?”

Emon clapped Zakerek on the shoulder. “Trust me. You’ll like it. It has porn.”

“What’s porn?”

Chapter 41

Two weeks later, Trish was being led by Emon through their rooms in the castle, her hands over her eyes.

“Can I look yet?”

“Not yet. I want you to get the full effect.”

“But I want my surprise.”

“You’re going to get many surprises tonight, trust me.” Trish felt a familiar shiver run down her spine and blossom between her legs.

She still had the sexiest mate in the entire universe, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

“Okay, open.”

Their bedroom was full of flowers. A riot of color, mostly ones she didn’t recognize. They were gorgeous, their scents blending to form a rich, sensual perfume.

On a table by the bed was a plate of fruit dipped in chocolate, Trish’s favorite cheese, and a decanter of akhasa mead with two goblets made of atherias.

Best yet, all the bloody battle tapestries were gone. Replaced by…

Voluptuous goddesses and muscle-bound gods. All naked, most of them having sex with someone. Sometimes several someones. They didn’t seem picky—they were doing the nasty with each other, with humans, and Trish saw something going on in the corner with a unicorn that she really didn’t want to look too closely at.

She bit her lips. Emon’s mouth was twitching. Trish gave up being polite and burst out laughing.

“Where in the hell did you get these? They’re perverted.”

“I know. Aren’t they awesome? They were in one of the other rooms.”

“Is this decorating choice, um, permanent? Or is there room for negotiation here?”

“I was thinking we could keep them until we’d tried all the things in the pictures.”