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broken hearts the old-fashioned way until we locate the apple and nullify its effects.”
“Okay,” said Daphne. “I’ll start looking for office space.”
“We’ll need the whole crew. Eros, Psyche, the Graces.”
Aphrodite looked around. “Welcome to Broken Arrow, Oregon,” she said. “Our new home.”
EPILOGUE TWO
TWO MATED VAMPIRES, a god and his wife, and big slobbery dog named Scooby sat on the sectional sofa, eating popcorn.
On the widescreen TV a few feet away, four sets of immortal eyes were practically glued to the movie, The Princess Bride .
On the screen, the hero named Wesley said to his love, Buttercup: “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
“How did ever not watch this movie?” whispered Psyche to her husband, Eros.
“I don’t know,” he said. “But we’re buying the special Blu-ray edition.”
“Excellent.” She kissed his cheek. “Pass the popcorn.”
“Whatever you desire, my tru wuv.”
THE BLOOD MOON BATTLE
Seventy years ago…
“BLOOD ON THE moon,” intoned the High Priestess. In the temple’s smallest chapel, candle light flickered against the gray stone walls. She stared at the crystal held by the life-sized statue of the Moon Goddess. Most lycanthropes could see the swirling colors, but only she could interpret their meanings. “It does not bode well.”
“Alaya, I’ve known you since we were pups,” said Damian with a grin. “You worry too much.”
“You might show some respect,” she said, one regal brow rising. “I am the High Priestess.”
“And I am the crown prince.” Damian tweaked her nose. Her lips twitched to keep from laughing. “Prince does not trump High Priestess.”
“Tonight, it does,” he said jovially. “Tonight, I will dance with my wife under the full moon.”
“Don’t jostle her too much,” said Alaya, only half-kidding. “Those babies are precious.”
“I know it too well,” said Damian. “But a celebration requires dancing. We have much to be grateful for.”
He gave Alaya a hug. His joy was so thick that she could almost breathe it in. He had married a Roma noblewoman and she carried in her womb the hope of both their peoples. Though she knew it had not been a love match, Damian and Anna had a deep respect for each other, and for their common goal of uniting the lycanthropes.
Alaya looked down at her scrying bowl. The dark red rim around the moon meant death. She wished she was wrong. Yet, her gift had never betrayed her.
She could only hope that Damian would be able triumph when Death arrived to claim his souls.
“DAMIAN!”
Damian hurried into the bedroom already drawing his gun. His gaze swept the area as he assessed the danger to his wife.
She laughed. “We are not under attack. The babies are kicking.”
Grinning, Damian holstered the weapon and crossed the room, splaying his hand over her abdomen. Her stomach bulged under his palm.
“Restless,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her bared stomach. “You will come out soon, but for now, rest.”
“Why are you so jumpy?” she asked.
He cupped her face and stroked the frown away from her mouth. “I am not jumpy. I just want to dance with my wife.”
“Then let me get dressed.”
Damian kissed Anna. She wound her arms around his neck, but her belly made it difficult to get close. She was much shorter than he, and the babies protested the crowding. They kicked and squirmed, and Damian pulled back, laughing.
“The Goddess has truly blessed us,” he said, “and tonight, we will celebrate those blessings.”
“The full-bloods and the Roma are at peace,” said Anna. “We are truly becoming one people.”
“Yes,” he said. “What we’ve created here is a good thing.”
“It’s too bad the humans continue to war,” she said. “Do you think they will discover us?”
“ Nein ,” said Damian. “Protections are in place. We are not part of their
“Okay,” said Daphne. “I’ll start looking for office space.”
“We’ll need the whole crew. Eros, Psyche, the Graces.”
Aphrodite looked around. “Welcome to Broken Arrow, Oregon,” she said. “Our new home.”
EPILOGUE TWO
TWO MATED VAMPIRES, a god and his wife, and big slobbery dog named Scooby sat on the sectional sofa, eating popcorn.
On the widescreen TV a few feet away, four sets of immortal eyes were practically glued to the movie, The Princess Bride .
On the screen, the hero named Wesley said to his love, Buttercup: “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
“How did ever not watch this movie?” whispered Psyche to her husband, Eros.
“I don’t know,” he said. “But we’re buying the special Blu-ray edition.”
“Excellent.” She kissed his cheek. “Pass the popcorn.”
“Whatever you desire, my tru wuv.”
THE BLOOD MOON BATTLE
Seventy years ago…
“BLOOD ON THE moon,” intoned the High Priestess. In the temple’s smallest chapel, candle light flickered against the gray stone walls. She stared at the crystal held by the life-sized statue of the Moon Goddess. Most lycanthropes could see the swirling colors, but only she could interpret their meanings. “It does not bode well.”
“Alaya, I’ve known you since we were pups,” said Damian with a grin. “You worry too much.”
“You might show some respect,” she said, one regal brow rising. “I am the High Priestess.”
“And I am the crown prince.” Damian tweaked her nose. Her lips twitched to keep from laughing. “Prince does not trump High Priestess.”
“Tonight, it does,” he said jovially. “Tonight, I will dance with my wife under the full moon.”
“Don’t jostle her too much,” said Alaya, only half-kidding. “Those babies are precious.”
“I know it too well,” said Damian. “But a celebration requires dancing. We have much to be grateful for.”
He gave Alaya a hug. His joy was so thick that she could almost breathe it in. He had married a Roma noblewoman and she carried in her womb the hope of both their peoples. Though she knew it had not been a love match, Damian and Anna had a deep respect for each other, and for their common goal of uniting the lycanthropes.
Alaya looked down at her scrying bowl. The dark red rim around the moon meant death. She wished she was wrong. Yet, her gift had never betrayed her.
She could only hope that Damian would be able triumph when Death arrived to claim his souls.
“DAMIAN!”
Damian hurried into the bedroom already drawing his gun. His gaze swept the area as he assessed the danger to his wife.
She laughed. “We are not under attack. The babies are kicking.”
Grinning, Damian holstered the weapon and crossed the room, splaying his hand over her abdomen. Her stomach bulged under his palm.
“Restless,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her bared stomach. “You will come out soon, but for now, rest.”
“Why are you so jumpy?” she asked.
He cupped her face and stroked the frown away from her mouth. “I am not jumpy. I just want to dance with my wife.”
“Then let me get dressed.”
Damian kissed Anna. She wound her arms around his neck, but her belly made it difficult to get close. She was much shorter than he, and the babies protested the crowding. They kicked and squirmed, and Damian pulled back, laughing.
“The Goddess has truly blessed us,” he said, “and tonight, we will celebrate those blessings.”
“The full-bloods and the Roma are at peace,” said Anna. “We are truly becoming one people.”
“Yes,” he said. “What we’ve created here is a good thing.”
“It’s too bad the humans continue to war,” she said. “Do you think they will discover us?”
“ Nein ,” said Damian. “Protections are in place. We are not part of their
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