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beautiful.  He’s very tall, well over six and half feet.  His wide shoulders and muscular chest taper down to lean hips.  He is powerfully built and Morna once knew every inch of his beautiful body.  When he turns to face her she smiles into his luminescent blue eyes.  Before he was changed into a vampire they were a lovely brown, but he was blessed by his mother, the Roman goddess of war, Bellona with the Moonlight blessing.  Not only did it make his eyes this beautiful shade of blue, but it allows him to gather extra strength from the moonlight, and prevents his skin from reflecting sunlight like other Stone Cold vampires.
    Morna reaches up and tousles his longish, wavy auburn hair before she kisses his wide forehead.  “I’ve missed you, my love,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around his lean waist.
    “Morna, can you forgive me for leaving you at the Gateway?  I am so ashamed that I left you while you were recovering.”
    “Of course I can forgive you.  You were pissed and rightly so.  Let’s not talk about that now.”  Morna runs her hands up his back and holds him close.
    “Baby, I have been standing here remembering the last time we were together in this room,” he whispers.  His face reveals the pain that memory causes him.
    She‘s very grateful that he hasn‘t bothered to get dressed yet, and kisses his chest.  “That was a long time ago, baby.  Literally, another life time.  Don’t dwell on it.  Love, I think we need to create some fresh new memories for this room.  What do you say?”
    “Mo chroí, we have some things to talk about first.  Almeda isn’t dead.  She still had a faint heart beat when I went to check on her before the Trolls attacked.  I wove a spell to stabilize her, but she needs proper medical attention.
    “I think Ari made it appear as though he had killed her.  I think someone is acting through him and that was the best way he could protect his mother.  He seemed to be fighting someone.  He seemed genuinely distraught about his mother and Aideen.”
    “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
    “I am not sure.  I told Damian so he could collect her.” Luca says softly.  “I guess I am doubting myself, maybe.  So much is happening so quickly.  We don’t know who to trust and I am questioning my own judgment.”
    “I can understand that.  I have been turned inside out many, many times lately.”  Morna admits.  “I am just grateful that you and I are together again.  I don‘t want to face whatever is ahead of us without you by my side.  We are stronger when we are together.  We have always been better together than apart.”  She draws his mouth back to hers and kisses him desperately, and then says; “Don’t ever think about leaving me again Luca!  I am nothing without you, you know that!”
    “I wasn’t leaving you Morna.  I just needed a little space to think,” Luca whispers into her ear.  “I am sorry if you thought I was leaving you.  I could never leave you.  I too, am nothing without you.  We are two halves of a whole.” 
    Luca takes her into his arms again.  He gently kisses the bruises on her face.  He is amazed that they are already turning yellow because of her accelerated healing.  And then he kisses her lips and trails kisses to her breasts.  He just can’t seem to get enough of them now that it is safe for him to love her as he truly wishes.  Since her change he can kiss, nip and suckle her body with abandon.  Before he exposed her blood to his venom he had to be very careful not to hurt her or even kill her when he loved her.  But now she is as strong as he is.  No one understands why she didn’t become a Stone Cold vampire like himself, but he is grateful for the changes it did make in her.  She’s stronger now and stronger means safer.
    Morna groans and says, “I want to make love to you right now so badly, but we must go to Asgard.  We have to find Aideen.”  She walks over to the