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Chapter 17
Jane DoeIn this Chapter Draco: God of the Lycans. Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages.
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Blakely I was halfway down the hall on the second floor when a door to the right of me swung open. For a split second I thought the mansion had done me a solid by leading me back to my room. I’d seen the messy four-poster bed and almost mistook it as being the one I’d slept on last night. As it turns out, it wasn’t. The distinct scent of smoke and leather-bound books hung in the air, tainted with notes of male musk. My mouth watered. Not because of the scent or anything insane like that, but because of the visceral disgust that churned in my gut. Clearly, my body was a traitorous bitch. This was Orion’s bedroom. Every ounce of self-preservation I possessed flew out the fucking window. A grin stretched across my face, so wide that my cheeks began to ache. After everything that bastard had said and done to me, he deserved this. Hell, I deserved this. I sauntered into his bedroom without a care in the world. As much as I wanted to stay and gawk at the stacks of books, clustered shel
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Blakely Solana quickly left, having things to attend to. Azrael led me from the house in an attempt to give Orion privacy while he mended all of the protective wards. As we walked, I wondered quietly what duties the goddess of the sun might have and if Lunette had any herself. Clearly, the loss of mates was due to her disappearance, but what other jobs did she have? I took in the scowl on Azrael’s face as we wandered through the gardens. “Did you recognize that memory?” There was still so much I didn’t know about these gods, but I was learning a lot from watching Azrael. He was a master at hiding his emotions, concealing them behind one of his mischievous smiles. The way he wielded chaos like a weapon was unusual. Almost like he was using it as a distraction. But what would the god of wolves be trying to distract himself from? His eyes drifted to the hedges that moved, rearranging themselves to further complicate the maze we stood in. “We knew she was aiding our people during the
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Blakely I stomped over to the bathroom, figuring I might as well empty my bladder. A wave of righteous fury washed over me when I opened the door and found myself staring out at the hallway. I took a deep breath, channeling all things peace and love (see, I could be calm), and slid on a pair of flats. “Fine, but just know that you’re a bully.” I muttered, trudging out into the hall. For the next fifteen minutes I played a game of hot and cold with the house. Yes, the house. My sanity was never going to recover. Any time I took a wrong turn, the flame dancing in the sconces would blow out. Eventually, I stopped in front of a towering door made from carved oak, embedded with little fragments of crystal. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Really? You had to lead me here of all places.” The door swung open, and I did my best impression of a dear in headlights when Orion turned and spotted me standing just outside of his study. His eyes narrowed into slits as he stepped away from the t
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Blakely His body was all muscle, lean much like an athlete, and covered in so much ink I had to search to find his porcelain skin. Wolves raced down his biceps, vanishing within a forest printed along his forearms. Each image moved, somehow interwoven with magic. Such a thing felt impossible, and yet here it was. “Eye-fucking me again, little wolf?” The gorgeous bastard sang. I chucked one of my shoes at him and set to work removing the other, ignoring his melodious laugh. There was just one problem with all of this—one I had been trying not to think about on the walk down here. After what the blood mages did to me, I couldn’t exactly tear my shirt off. The scars weren’t something I was proud of, but I was stuck with them. A flash of pale skin caught my attention and I folded, turning to ogle as Azrael tossed his pants at a nearby tree. Thank fuck he had swim shorts on, but that didn’t stop me from ogling his ass. Did he do squats or was it just naturally perky? At the last seco
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