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“Maven,” my mom says, interrupting our telepathic exchange as she disengages from the Decimus family huddle and approaches my gorgeous mate. My mom is ten times more observant and intuitive than I ever hope to be, so I’m not surprised when she doesn’t try to hug Maven. She must have picked up on how uncomfortable…

“Maven Oakley!” one of them shouts. “Over here! Give us a smile!” Again, with the smiling shit? I look at that one, ignoring the flashing cameras as I let him know with my expression just how stupid he is for making that suggestion. He flusters and hides behind other reporters who call for my attention,…

I like the leash, too. They make me feel more like I’m yours, as long as no one else sees them. Besides, with the newlybound urges so fucking bad this time around, I think it’s helping to calm me down since I can’t have you naked in bed for a little bit longer. His newlybound…

Maven lifts her chin as she addresses Orlando Coates. “I accept. We’ll attend the celebration, as long as you don’t sacrifice anyone or pull any weird cult shit on me.” Coates is chuffed to bits at this news. The cult members cheer again, bowing and chattering to each other in fresh excitement. The changeling struggles…

That is Nether tongue. It’s saying it has a message from her ‘father.’ “Enough, enough. Take it to the stake so that its life may be a suitable offering,” Coates orders, snapping his fingers more quickly when the changeling continues to shriek. I know how much my muse dislikes changelings, but she’s studying this one…

And then there are the human reporters. I know they’re reporters because of all the cameras they’re holding, but also because Lillian stands out there in a light jacket. It’s obvious that she’s asking them to leave as nicely as she can. One of the photographers says something and flips her off. The others laugh….

“You know,” I mumble. “We know, but we’d like to hear it,” Crypt grins. “Come on, darling. Confess.” I decide this conversation has been productive enough and turn to study the food Baelfire just made. Whatever it is, it has potatoes and cheese in it and smells amazing. “That masterpiece is going to get cold.”…

“No. I’m fucking amazing,” I finally manage to whisper. “More. I want more.” Baelfire swears. “Gods, look at you, baby. So fucking greedy and perfect.” Everett slowly pulls out as Crypt presses in. Then they switch, Crypt withdrawing while Everett presses so deep into me from behind that I lose my breath. For a moment,…

I’m the favor. Damn. My existence really was orchestrated. I was born to be a means to an end. Galene shakes her head quickly, her pretty face distressed. “No, Maven. You were born for far more than that. I could not observe you in the Nether, but I know there were a great many chances…

“Screw realistic,” Everett groans when I bite his neck none too gently. “Let the world end.” MAVEN Turns out, you can fuck around in bed for a long time when you’re actively ignoring anything waiting outside the front door. It helps that, in between making me scream his name, Crypt has slipped away several times…