Entangled pegacorns and lost McGuffins be damned, she was his divined mate.And there was no denying that when he looked at her underneath the neon lights of theDen of Sin, in a crowded room, when all he saw was her.Theo knew it would always be like that.He’d always see her, just as she’d always see him.
“I just want you,” she whispered.“And perhaps, a piña colada.”
Theo smiled as he caught her gaze.“You can’t want something you already have,” he murmured, kissing her softly.“I’ve always been yours.From the moment I stepped into the DeLux Cafe.”
Her fingernails teased the edges of his hair.She leaned up on her toes, kissing him once more, pulling him into her.
Her kiss was pure magic.Kissing Calliope felt like an out of body experience and Theo didn’t want it to ever end.
She pulled away, following his motions, and they danced together, unaware of the sex and debauchery taking place around them.As far as they were concerned, there was onlythis.The muse and her masterpiece.
“Theo...”She barely got his name out before his lips were on hers again, his cock stiffening in his jeans as her hands slid down his sides.
She pulled him closer and he followed her without hesitation.
And then hefeltit.The undeniable tug in his chest, the energy that always seemed to fester between them.It reared its head like a spirit of its own making and he clutched his chest.
Calliope stopped, holding him still.“Theo...”
He looked up, noting the violet lines of energy traveling, traipsing through the room.Theo did not think twice.For he knew precisely what this energy, this fractal of circumstance was.
And so Theo ran, as fast as he could, through the crowd, through the sweat and the shadows, chasing the light, Calliope hot on his tail.
CHAPTER11
Everything had happened so quickly,Calliope barely had time to ascertain it all.One moment she was kissing Theo as he declared his devotion for her once more, and the next, he was chasing divining light across the room.
Her heels clacked on the floor as she sprinted toward him, Isabelle and Spike’s voices calling out to her.But it was Mars’s voice she responded to.
“The lights are shining!”she called out, chasing Theo through the crowd until she’d come to a stage on the other side of the room.
His wings were the first thing she saw.Outstretched beyond the wingback chair he had settled in.No, thethronehe had settled in.On stage, a woman performed, kneeling before a man wearing a dark, tailored suit.
Theo stopped just shy of the chair, and Calliope could see the faint violet energy circling the chair.
“Chuck,” Mars called, and Calliope froze.
She could not tear her gaze from Theo and Mars, nor could she tear it fromPegasus.
He turned in his chair, his bright blue eyes catching her gaze.Soft, golden blond hair fell in his eyes, covering the illuminating glowing horn on his head, and he looked no different than the last time she’d seen him.Timeless.Angelic.He was decked out in his usual white suit with gold accoutrements, his wings spread out and large, like a threat.
“Mars, how good to see you.”His voice was smooth, carrying that air of cockiness that grated on Calliope’s nerves.
“Calliope...”He looked up at her, pinning her to her spot.His smile was faint, a ghost of one, if any.
But it was his eyes, full of ache and pain and fear, that resonated with her.They were not the eyes of the man she remembered.The one who loved himself above all else.
“Chuck,” she swallowed sharply as all the memories came flooding back.
The good and the bad.
He looked Theo up and down as Isabelle, Spike, and Lorelai flanked her side.
“Who are you?”Chuck asked.
Theo took a step forward.“I am Calliope’s mate.”
His truth was her spark, and the moment he said it, she felt the energy between them grow.Lines of violet energy culminated around Chuck’s throne from where he sat it and she could not help but move.She knew the truth, and there was no more denying it.
