A whole new world of possibilities has opened up, and I am here for it.
The shit tastes likeass, but It's a small price to pay for safety.
I've hidden my crown with just a thought—no need to flash the bling—and Lucian has the shard of the Soul Stone locked up tight in his massive vault beneath the mansion.
I can't help but chuckle at the thought of anyone trying to steal that shit. I immediately jump to that epic scene fromFast and the Furious, where Dom and Bryan jack the vault using those souped-up Dodge Chargers.
I can picture it now: a couple of dumbass supernatural thieves trying to recreate that stunt, only to find out the hard way that Lucian's mansion is a hell of a lot more secure than my measly apartment and cheap safe.
I shake my head, banishing the ridiculous thought—as if anyone would be stupid enough to try and pull a stunt like that.
Then again, in this crazy world of ours, anything's possible.
The guys have something planned for us tonight—not together, of course. Rhyland has our date night planned, and Lucian has something up his sleeve for Seraphina. I can only imagine what those two have cooked up. Knowing Rhyland, it's probably something equal parts romantic and badass. And Lucian? Let's say Seraphina better be prepared for a wild ride.
Bless her witchy heart. Emily has been progressing with a few covens. They plan to set up a meeting within a week to discuss joining hands. I've got to hand it to her; she's taking this witch role more seriously than I imagined. Then again, when you're basically a walking, talking clan of witches yourself, I guess you don't have much choice.
Sable, our resident supernatural Nancy Drew, has been a godsend. She's been keeping tabs on all the paranormal beings like she's got a crystal ball glued to herforehead. Azrael is still, indeed, trying to create his stupid fucking ritual to pull Moretemis over prematurely, but so far, no dice. I don't think he knows we've returned, which is good for us. Let him think we're still off gallivanting in some other realm while we get our ducks in a row.
Lucian's place is, in fact, off the radar, as he promised.We're talking state-of-the-art security, more cameras than a reality TV show, and enough magical protection to make Hogwarts look like a cardboard fort. Sable and Emily's unbreakable spells locked his place tighter than a military base. Seriously, I think even a cockroach would have trouble getting in here without the proper clearance.
Before he left, Erik helped Lucian put all the security measures in place, and we have guards everywhere on top of cameras. Erik, of course, made sure to do background checks on all security, and Lucian, being the general hustler, compelled them to do as they were told. At any other time, I would be against this mind control, but right now, with the stakes so high, we can't take any chances. We need everyone on the same page, even if that means using supernatural persuasion to get there.
I finally feel safe and can breathe for a second. I haven't been able to relax in what feels like years. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I can finally take a moment to just…be.
Lucian surprised me with the tombs he and Seraphina pulled from the Ruins. I was not expecting them to pull that out of their asses, but they did, and I couldn't be happier. We finally have the last book of the Seven Realms, and when it's time to delve into it, we have it. Not to mention the book of Norse Gods—I can't wait to sit down with Seraphina and dig into that knowledge.
Christmas came early, and Santa brought us the gift of ancient wisdom.
Aunt Flow reared her ugly head, and I have to be honest, I was sad. I cried and cried while Rhyland held me close, kissing me and reassuring me while my hormones were all over the place. He, too, was on the verge of tears—us both knowing what we knew in the back of our minds was impossible. I know Rhyland wants a family—a baby—as do I.
But vampires can't procreate.
It's unheard of.
Oh, and let's not forget the little IUD situation I've got going on down there! Yup, still rockin' that contraceptive bling. Funny thing is, I don't think Rhyland even knows about it. I mean, I probably should've mentioned it during our little "heatof the moment" chat, but somehow it just didn't come up. Maybe I'm a teensy bit worried he'll be pissed at me for not sharing that tidbit sooner.
I can just picture his reaction: "You've got a what in your where now?" Might be a tad miffed that I kept it on the DL, but hey, a girl's gotta have her secrets, right?
Ah well, one bombshell at a time, I always say!
Whatever that Reflection Pool meant doesn't change anything. I still love Rhyland with everything in my heart, body, and soul; nothing will ever change that, not even being able to have a family. I will gladly take him and him alone for the rest of my life. He is my everything, and I wouldn't trade him for all the babies in the world.
I mean, what was I thinking—that his magical vampire spunk would somehow Houdini its way past my trusty womb defender? Keeping this little plastic pal on security detail might not be such a bad idea right now—can you imagine trying to fight off an evil horde with a baby bump? Talk about a tactical disadvantage!
Once we've kicked ass, defied the odds, and saved the Seven Realms, I'll clue my Viking vamp in on my little secret. Then we can seriously start working on making that baby.
"Oh my god, this is the shit," Emily moans to my right as the nail tech works her magic on my feet. She sounds like she's one foot rub away from nirvana.
I grin. "Yeah, we haven't done this in forever. I'd almost forgotten what it feels like to be pampered instead of pummeled."
"What color should I get?" Seraphina asks from my other side, her voice sweet as honey. The massage chair is digging into my muscles like it's trying to find buried treasure.
"Hmm, what color do you like?" I ask, turning to her with a smile.
Seraphina purses her lips, deep in thought. "I'm not sure. I've never had the opportunity to experiment with nail polish before. What do you think would look good on me?"
I can't help but smile at her earnestness. It's easy to forget sometimes that Seraphina is still new to this whole "being human" thing. She's like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with all the world's colors.
