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“But until then, we’re back on high alert, huh?” Viking said. “On the lookout for guys who come down on moonbeams and worship a dead guy?”“Back on high alert?” Scars said. “You mean still. You mean like always. You mean we never stopped.”“Yeah.” Wolf sighed. “This whole gettin’ out of the one-percenter life ain’t goin’ so great, is it?”They all nodded, then shook their heads; just then, Elle came over to the group. She paused when she saw their grim faces.“Hiiiiii,” she said. “Everything OK?”“Yeah, baby.” Viking gave her a reassuring smile. “Just talking about how we have to keep an eye out for Michael and the gang.”“It will take a while for him to rebuild the Garden,” Elle said. “Briley told me that the Walton cops took in almost all the women, and arrested all the Guardians except four. Michael is starting from almost nothing, so he’s got some work to do before he can mount any kind of attack, and that’s assuming that he even can. He doesn’t have one one-millionth of Gideon’s

“So.” Viking ushered her in. “This is my little place, all newly-painted and -renovated.”Elle looked around and smiled. It was good to see where Viking lived at last, and even better to realize that despite everything, she was trusted by Viking and Wolf and the others to just come and go from Satan’s as she pleased. They knew that she wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night ever again.It felt good to be trusted. To be free.Viking’s apartment was only one bedroom, but it had a huge kitchen with lots of pots and pans and shiny things, and her fingers itched to cook him something delicious. The living room had endless bookshelves, a deep sofa with huge pillows, and a massive leather armchair.“Did you get that custom made?” she asked. “I’ve never seen such a big chair in a store.”“Yep.” He took her coat and hung it on a beautiful dark-wood coat tree. “Made to measure for me.”“It’s great,” she told him. She wandered over to the bookshelves and looked at all the medical books an

With a groan, Viking placed both hands on the wall, his arms stretched over their heads, holding her in place with his huge upper body, her legs wrapped around his hips. They leaned against each other, unmoving, their breaths slowing down and their bodies relaxing.Viking felt like he could trust his legs beneath him again, so he lifted her gently and carried her to the sofa. They sat, Elle in his lap, her thighs still around him, him still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.“So,” he said. “How’s the breathing thing going now?”“Kind of crap,” she puffed. “You?”“The same.” He ran his hands up and down her back, loving that this time tomorrow, Zoe would have started to cover up the disgusting tattoo that was there now. “Hey, you know what?”“What?”“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”Elle pulled back a bit to look at his eyes; she loved seeing them dance when he was teasing her. “You mean the bedroom with the custom made bed? The one where we can perform some gymnastics?”“That’s th