“Vervain,” Trevor cut me off and laughed. “Relax. It's really not as important in our world. I mean, yes, teach them math. That's a good skill to have. But they've learned history from their father, I'm sure.”
“Fey history. I should teach them about the Human Realm,” I said.
“Discuss it vith Arach,” Kirill said. “He may have some input.”
“Yeah. You're right.” I sighed. “My children are going to school. I'd say I feel old, but after going fifteen thousand years into the past and hanging out with Arach, I feel like a baby.”
“You are a baby,” Trevor said as he leaned in to kiss me. “But only compared to us.” His honey-colored stare shifted down to my cleavage. “In all other ways, you are fully grown, and I appreciate it.”
I snorted a laugh and pushed him away playfully.
“Mom! Dad!” Lesya came running into the room. “I'm going to school! Jake is going to teach me stuff.”
“Da, you are,” Kirill said. “I'm glad you're excited.”
But even as I smiled, I muttered, “If knowing is half the battle, am I arming my opponent?”
Chapter Two
Later that night at Moonshine, my youthful feeling faded.
“I'm getting old,” I whined and leaned back on the couch shaped like a little hill and covered in fake grass.
Trevor, sitting on my right with his arm around me, grinned lopsidedly. “What happened to feeling like a baby? You're not even a century yet.”
“But all I want to do is sit with you up here, where the music isn't so loud so I can drink my fruity beverage in peace.” I leaned my head on his shoulder and looked past him at the stream that flowed across the width of the reserved loft in Moonshine, its bank outlined in rocks and fake grass.
The stream ended in a drop and became a waterfall that fed a pool on the ground floor of our nightclub. Do people even call them nightclubs anymore? Were they just clubs? Dance clubs? No, that's an even older term. Yup, I was getting old. That wasn't a bad thing in the God Realm, but we were on Earth, showing off our dance club/nightclub/club to Taran, a fellow club owner and an Earth-Sidhe. Taran, my elder by millennia, was downstairs mingling with gods and humans, acting far younger than I felt. I couldn't imagine him dancing, but I wouldn't be surprised to hear that he was seducing his nextconquest somewhere within the fake forest that surrounded the dance floor.
We had brought Taran to Moonshine so he could see how we ran our business and maybe get some tips to help him. Most of those tips came from Ty, Trevor's younger brother, who ran the club for us. Trevor still oversaw the business, but it was Ty who did most of the day-to-day work, overseeing the Froekn staff, the security, and the maintenance of the building.
“I'm not even drinking Duat wine.” I lifted my glass. “Rum isn't going to do anything to me. I've become such a mom.”
“What's wrong with being a mom?” Trevor asked. “Moms kick ass and they can hang harder than people who have never pushed babies out of their bodies. Mothers are survivors.”
I chuckled and sat up. “Yeah, you're right.” I lifted my drink and looked at it. “And if I want to drink with more juice than alcohol in it, I will!”
“There's my wife.” Trevor kissed my cheek.
“Here I am.” I grinned up at him.
“And here I am!” Taran declared as he plopped onto the couch/hill across from us.
Taran spread his arms across the back of the couch, set an ankle on his knee, and grinned wide enough to flash the white of his teeth against his spring-green skin. Tattoos ran over his forearms and even licked at the base of his neck, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves and the V of his partially unbuttoned collared shirt. His rich brown hair was braided back to showcase the vibrant green of his eyes. In short, he looked good, especially inthis new Fey era on Earth, when things like green skin were a plus. The problem was—he knew it.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.” His grin turned into a smirk. “I've met a lot of interesting people tonight. I like how you run things here. It's a good idea to make gods and faeries swear oaths before they enter. And that security system isn't half bad either.” He jerked his head at the fake moon that hung over the club, its soft glow hiding the god technology that monitored our patrons' intentions, not just their movements.
“That was a gift from my father,” Trevor said. “He wasn't so thrilled about us opening this club, but he's always supported us.”
“Plus, I was the Rouva back then,” I said. “He kinda had to be supportive.”
“No, Minn Elska, he didn't,” Trevor said. “But he has a soft spot for you, his little Frami.”
“Using Love Magic on him probably has something to do with that.”
Taran shot forward out of his sprawl, his left foot going to the floor. “Did you just say that you used Love Magic on your husband'sfather? Tell me more.”
