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Chapter 23
Jane DoeIn this Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Sephtis: God of Death. Nunzia: Goddess of Trade and Messages. Damia: Goddess of Chaos. Galen: God of Order. Calliope: Goddess of the Sands.
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Blakely If someone would’ve asked me what I thought I’d be doing two weeks after my twenty-first birthday, I would’ve said rotting in an unmarked grave six feet under. Certainly not swimming with the godly equivalent to a male supermodel, roguish grin and all. Throw in the enchanted lake with its powdery, pink sand and I was thoroughly confused. It wasn’t that I was opposed to getting out of the mansion. On the contrary, I was gearing up to set the place on fire if I had to spend another day cooped up in the library, regardless of how beautiful the room was. The main reason for my hesitation had to do with the god of death, and the fact that he apparently wanted me dead. Azrael kept pace at my side as we walked through the forest, whistling some cheery tune I had no name for. Several times I had to peel my eyes away from his muscular frame. The mere thought of him shedding the t-shirt and jeans he wore to slip into the lake made my face explode in a mess of heat. The first step 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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Blakely “You do know what that is, don’t you?” Amusement filled his words with an addictive warmth. My mouth went dry. There was no way—no, he was just toying with me. Clearly, that’s what this was. Just another attempt at messing with the silly mortal. Yeah, well not this time. I steeled my voice, and prayed it revealed no hint of weakness. “Of course I know what a kiss is, but you’re not getting one.” He sighed dramatically, and I felt his presence retreat across the cavern. I didn’t dare turn and reveal how red my face had become, or the way my eyes flared with desire, because fuck—I wanted to kiss him. Goddess, I was going insane. That had to be it. “Very well. I suppose desperate times calls for desperate measures, yes?” I spun around and found him sitting on one of the smooth stones. His elbows were propped up on his thighs as he watched me without abandon. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’d like to call in the favor that you owe me, little wolf.” “The favor…” I repe
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Blakely Azrael’s a God. He couldn’t die from a Wendigo, right? Right? I held onto that thought as I plunged deeper into the forest, down the weathered path until I exploded into the clearing once more. Silver blood coated the ground, forming a trail to where Azrael stood. One arm was slung over his stomach where it continued to flow freely, while the other wielded a blade. Dark liquid oozed from several gashes on the Wendigo’s body, but it didn’t seem to feel them. Giving myself no time to think, I raised the dagger above my head and charged at the creature. Azrael’s eyes widened as they locked on me. The Wendigo turned my way, and just as I shoved the dagger into its chest, it slashed with its massive claw. Its arm slammed into my midsection, sending me flying backwards. A different sort of roar exploded from Azrael’s chest. I hit the trunk of a tree hard, my spine bowing around its shape. The pain was so intense I nearly blacked out. Blood coated the inside of my mouth from whe
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Orion “GO!” I bellowed at the poisonous mortal, ignoring the flash of pain in her eyes. Azrael groaned as I wrapped an arm around his waist and shouldered his weight, dragging him down the corridor. “Enough, Orion.” Enough? No, I was only getting started. The mortal should feel guilty. I had no doubt in my mind that the Wendigo, whose scent still clung to Azrael’s bleeding body, had been after her. Their kind lived deep within the mountains, only ever traveling as far as the Forest of Ruin. The creature had been coaxed here by someone. Whoever they were must’ve truly wanted the mortal dead, which meant we needed to know why. Entering my study, I sent a gust of magic to close the door behind us, then deposited Azrael into the armchair I kept by the windows. When I couldn’t sleep, which was more often than not, I’d sit there watching the moon come and go. Quickly turning on my heel, I raced over to the bookcase where I kept most of my healing tonics. I paid no attention to the pres
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Blakely Apparently getting an eyeful of naked God was what the twisted mansion wanted, because instead of screwing with me further, it led me back to my own bedroom. Getting a shower was now the last thing on my mind. With every step, the shards of stone embedded in my heels began to burn. They needed to come out, and since I couldn’t count on Orion’s magic to help me, I had to help myself. As-fucking-usual. The door opened half an hour later, but I was long gone by that point. Blood coated the floor, forming a crimson river around my hunched over body. I wielded Azrael’s dagger like a scalpel, slicing into the bottoms of my feet to then pry the chunks of stone loose. Sweat coated me from how close I sat to the fireplace, using the flames to sterilize the blade. Each slash, each cut, was met with a strange numbness that flooded through my limbs and left me in a haze. Pretty sure I was going into shock. Draco padded into the room and froze. I didn’t look up from my work, but that
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Blakely As a single bead of blood oozed from my fingertip, trailing down the point of the crystal, there was a flash of cerulean light. It spread down the length of the door, shaped like the bars of a prison cell. They sputtered, emitting a low crackle, before fading entirely. All that was left was the slab of wood Orion had slammed in my face after shoving me down into the basement. The memory of his sneering face had me gritting my teeth. It washed away the small fragments of guilt I’d carried in my belly. This was his fault, not mine. If he hadn’t locked me in that basement, then I would’ve never met Ozul. Besides, why wouldn’t I help the first creature that showed me kindness in this chaotic realm? A sonic boom sounded from somewhere in the house, so loud that the walls trembled. Shit, I guess someone was awake. Not giving myself the chance to chicken out, I yanked open the basement door and sucked in a deep breath of stale, musty air. It wasn’t the unpleasant scent that had
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Blakely After Azrael all but dragged sparky from the room, insisting they needed to talk, I set my sights on finding some answers of my own. Ozul, the shadow demon I’d befriended in the basement, wasn’t a damn demon at all. He was a God, an actual God. What was even more troubling was the fact that the mansion aided me in releasing him. Did he and Lunette know one another? Part of me understood why Orion was so pissed at me for letting him go, not that I’d ever admit that aloud. Still, if they hadn’t managed to get any information out of him this long, then I highly doubted he was ever going to talk. Rather than focus on the pale-haired God haunting my lady parts, I began to scour the library in search of information. “Give me everything you’ve got on the Gods.” Books slid off their shelves, their pages flapping wildly as they took to the air. A tornado of them surrounded me, rustling my hair around my shoulders. One at a time, they fluttered down onto the tables, landing in a n
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