I glared at the light streaming in the windows. Did it have to be so bright? Couldn't it just keep blazing up into the sky? Why did it have to sit right there for what felt like hours on end?Tove snorted, jerked awake. "What?"I snickered as I rolled towards him on the giant bed. "Who you talking to, Batman?"He plopped over on his side, smiled at me. Most of his face was still buried in the pillow. "You, beautiful. How do you feel this morning?"I smiled. "Except for hating the sun for shining in my eyes, surprisingly good. I'm not sure I'll look at powdered sugar or honey the same way ever again, though." I pouted. He laughed, the sound joyous and happy. "Oh, I think it's become my favoritest ever."Grumpy laughed from my other side. "Mine is now powdered sugar and Hollyn's skin." I felt the bed dip slightly as he rolled up against my back. He planted a soft kiss on my shoulder. "Morning, Grumpy."He growled in my ear. "That it is, cheeks. That it is." He snaked hi

The small group of men who had volunteered for the privilege of power influx were finally done. Now it was my men's turn. My heart was so full with their sacrifice. Their willingness to put others before themselves. I'd asked Thane when I first met him if he was a good guy. He'd answered he liked to think of himself as one. Every day, they proved that they were. I was the luckiest woman in the whole fricking universe.Grumpy stood before Chaos and Aether. Thane had just finished receiving his portion. Apparently, birth order was a common way of calling dibs. Poor Tove. "Will I lose my hybrid form if I get any power?" he asked. Chaos and Aether looked at each other for a moment. "I have no idea what you're talking about, child," Aether said. Grumpy nodded. He stepped back a bit and brought his dragon form out. "My hybrid form. Ari said it had something to do with the fact that I sucked Hollyn's blood when we thought we were going to lose her."Chaos' eyes widened as he took

As I was getting ready to follow Thane and Grumpy from the living room, the rest of the dragons just sitting around got me thinking. This had to be like the community tribunal that just wouldn't end. Talk about torture. I need to talk to Drace. Give me a minute, I said to my men. I walked over to the woman I wanted to be like when I finally grew up. I pulled her away from her mate. "Hey, the dragons are looking either half asleep or wishing they could jump off the balcony and not call on their wings to get them down safely. Are they okay to keep waiting?"She pouted at me when I first started speaking, but then her expression cleared. Her lips quirked. "I wouldn't say they're happy to just sit around and wait. This is the warrior class of our thunder. But they also don't want to leave and have you or their Elders end up in trouble."My brow furrowed. "How do you know that?"She tapped a finger to her temple. "Dragon mental connection. Do you have some space they could go wo

My girl came out into the living area, her arm linked with Drace's. I nodded, felt the low-grade anger dissipate. If she'd been even one more iota upset, heads would have fucking rolled. Hadn't my girl been through enough? Hadn't she solved the problems of the gods and the Villagers already? Why did she have to save the Fae from their own messes?Oh, that's right. Because my Cheeks was the Apex Shit of all Goddesses. Even her grandmother was lower than her in power right now. I stood in line, thankful some of the other dragons found stress relief in cooking. Stir fry with every imaginable topping or ingredient was laid out in various bowls and containers. One enterprising soul had even turned the full range into a single cooktop. He was cooking everyone's orders as we waited. Drace walked up, deposited Cheeks at my side. "Give her some low-key lovens or a backrub or something. Your girl is stressed to the fucking max." She blew Cheeks a kiss. "Finn's already got my plate." S

I bit back the groan. Of course there was a problem. Why couldn't it be a slam fucking dunk? I turned with the rest of the planning group and waited for Drace and Finn to join us. "You know all those people Corcra killed the last time we were here?" Drace asked. We all nodded. I felt my belly tighten. "Well, somehow Merlin has managed to raise them.""How high?" Stretch asked. "As zombies. The living dead. He has an army of already dead people who can still move around and chop at us with their swords," Drace answered quickly.Stretch jerked back. "Necromancy?"We all turned to her. She shook her head. "That's forbidden in the Valley. Patrick always said raising the dead could kill the magic that held the Valley in place between dimensions.""But didn't he raise the Europe Star lady?" Tove asked, his brow furrowed. "He would have done it from her resting place, not inside the Valley," Stretch said. "That was his only firm rule.""And you think he followed th