Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I won’t even go into the Fae. It took a lot of care for me to wait to see Rhys’s full beauty on our wedding night. I’ve seen his brother, and everyone knows what Fenrir looks like.
I have a decision to make. I’ve always known if I became his goddess, there would be some public nudity.
I slide out of bed and stretch and decide to forgo the robe. The water should cover me. Mostly.
As I walk past the robe, the pixies land on me. My little ones. I love the pixies in Frelsi, but this feels right. Like something changed inside me last night and I can accept the affection they have always wanted to honor me with.
Rhys gives me a once over, his lips curling in a decadent smile. “We’re going that way, are we?”
I give him a prim curtsey. “I am the wife of a High Priest of Faery. Should I cower and hope no one ever sees my body?”
Rhys chucks his robe, too. “Your body is a freaking gift to this world and all the rest, my goddess. Lead the way.” He gestures for me to take the stairs to the bathing room. “Is it me or is this place nicer than it was last night?”
“Much nicer,” a deep voice says, and I find a gnome staring up from the bottom of the steps. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so nice in all me days.”
Well, that changed. I stop two steps above him and frown down. “What happened? There were no spirits here last night.”
Rhys stops behind me. His hands go to my shoulders. “Friend or foe?”
“I am a friend of the true king of the Fae, Lee Quinn. His father is the betrayer,” the gnome announces. “And dat is why I was killed in me own garden this morning by that wizard arsehole. I think the fucker was tryna steal me soul for some reason, but I came here instead. Always loved the temple. Thought I wouldna see it again.”
“Friend,” I say, and my brand spanking new husband moves around me, hurrying to the steamy pool.
“Thank the goddess.” He walks right in, leaving me behind. He sighs as he sinks into the water. “It’s freezing. We need some fireplaces.”
It’s good to know now that he’s had some sex, he’s relaxed. I move around the wee one and join my husband because he’s right. It’s chilly. “They killed you for speaking out?”
I’m curious about what happened in the hours since we separated from the royals. I need to stop calling them that. They’re my in-laws now. I think Zoey will appreciate it immensely if I stop calling her Your Highness or Your Grace.
The gnome follows me. “Aye, they did, though I think he was looking fer a reason. He was in a right rage this morning. I’m sure it’s about how the temple has come to life.”
The door opens just after I descend into the bathing pool, and Lee strides in carrying a tray and followed by Cassie and Brendan, who has found his human form once more.
He’s got two mugs in his hand. “Guys, these women showed up sometime after the big sex bomb went off, and they made all kinds of food. Thank the goddess because I went through all the jerky in Cass’s bag.”
Cassie’s eyes roll. “The two pound bag.”
He stares her way. “Yes, you only had two pounds. Did you intend to starve me so you get all the inheritance?”
She snorts. “Yeah, we don’t have that, brother, and one of our dad’s is immortal, so we won’t be collecting that anytime soon. Now that I think about it, it was Vamp Dad who packed my go bag. I know because he included a couple of face masks. We needed them last night. It was a lot.”
“I liked it,” Lee admits as he moves down the stairs with the tray. “It was cucumber and melon. Smelled nice, and my skin is smoother.” He stops and gives me a come-hither smile. “Hey, there, Shy. You are looking lovely this morning.”
I turn to Rhys, half expecting him to come out of the water and attack this version of his twin. He merely smiles and winks my way. “You are beyond lovely, my goddess.”
“Eww, they did it,” Brendan says as he passes me one of the mugs and then Rhys the other. “I can tell because Rhys doesn’t look like he has a stick up his ass.”
“Duh,” Cassie replies. “That’s why we were stuck in the safe room for five hundred hours.” She turns to me. “When you are redecorating, you need to take into account that the people seeking refuge from your spicy times might need like a TV or a couple of extra beds. Maybe a full-service kitchen. I had to listen to Lee tell me battle stories and then a bunch of crap about how closely bonded he was to the chimera thing. I told you. Not sorry I killed its ass.”