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“Devon…” Her eyes wide, her pupils dilated, but her beautiful wings remained. He touched his forehead to hers before she could escape.
“I think my actions have spoken well for how I feel, but in case you are still confused, I love you. In all ways. In all forms. Whether you walk the earth as a mortal or as a goddess who could bring me happily to my knees.”
Before the last syllable left his lips, hers were on his again, gentle this time.
Her hands ran through his hair as she pulled back to look down into his eyes, their bodies still connected.
I’m finally free, he thought as he pulled her down onto the bed next to him. No words were spoken between them as he ran his hand up and down her arms, thankful when she relaxed against his chest and fell asleep.
Their light faded from the room as they rested their tired bodies and wary minds.
He would hold the world at bay for her. The problems could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, she would be watched over.
For the first time, but not the last, he would carry her when she needed it.
***
Persephone sat in a chair near the bed, reading a book one of the humans had written over two hundred years ago as Devon slept.
Poetry. Something she never understood until now.
Smiling, her eyes flitted over the page, but her thoughts were on her husband asleep in their bed.
This man who would not allow her to stand alone in the face of an oncoming war. Who gave her peace and renewed her soul.
“Interesting choice of reading material…” The voice gruff with sleep pulled her attention away from the book.
She looked up to find him on his side, his head propped up on his arm, looking at her.
“What?” she asked, surprised.
“Never thought of you as a fan of poetry. Now, gothic horror…” he grinned at her.
Grabbing one of the throw pillows from the window bench, she threw it at him, him catching it and letting out a loud, boisterous laugh that brought a smile to her face.
Devon placed the throw pillow under his head as he laid back and looked at the ceiling, the sheet moving down to expose his navel and causing a shiver of lust to move through her.
“It is still weird you are what I always knew to be Hades. That… is still a lot to take in.”
Persephone let out a small laugh of derision.
“I was mostly here in the Underworld, so Hades was more elusive than his ‘brothers’. Not sure how she managed, but Hera had fun playing Zeus. The rumors and gossip she created, then showing up as Hera, the wronged wife. Oh, she really enjoyed the thrill of having these people fall over themselves to get back at the God of the sky for whatever reason, never knowing it was her all along.”
“That sounds exactly like Hera,” he laughed before a scowl crossed his face as they felt Hera’s
power enter the room.
“Yes, well out of all my sisters, I did always enjoy a good lark.” Devon sat up to watch Hera and Amphitrite walk into the room without an invitation.
Hera raised an eyebrow at him before she turned to Persephone.
“Now, why do I smell the stink of a Titan?”
Chapter 39
“Crius was here,” Devon responded as Persephone watched Hera’s eyes glisten with gold. Her power unfurling.
“Hera, how did you know we had a trespasser? I have not sent messengers.” Persephone stood and moved between her sisters so Devon could put on the sweatpants she had handed him.
