Falcyn laughed, then kissed her.
Medea sighed as she felt the heat of his kiss flow all the way through her body. More than that, she felt the warmth of his stone knitting her wound closed and healing her.
Completely.
And when he pulled back, she cupped his face and realized that Brogan had been right. She did have a future with him after all.
“So tell me, dragonfly. Where do a dragon and a Daimon make their home?”
“Simple, Lady Spathi. Wherever it is that they want. Whatever it is they want.”
EPILOGUE
Medea had been dreading this moment for days. But it was something that had to be done and something that she didn’t want Urian to discover on his own. Better the news come from someone he loved than to be dumped on him by accident.
And how she’d allowed Falcyn to talk her into doing this in Acheron’s palace on Katateros, she had no idea.
She definitely loved the beast. Only that could account for this level of insanity.
But in the end, he was right. It was better that Urian be comfortable and surrounded by family when he learned the truth than to be blindsided and surrounded by strangers. That wouldn’t bode well for anyone.
Still…
This was nerve-wracking. The huge marble palace was awe inspiring, as one would expect the home of ancient gods to be. It was built to impress, and she was definitely not immune to its austerity.
Acheron’s throne was set off to her right on a massive dais where several small little dragon-like creatures were currently curled around and napping with Acheron’s two toddler sons. The way the creatures were entwined, she wasn’t even sure how many of them there were.
Simi and her Charonte sister were on the floor to her left, watching some shopping network channel on a massively huge monitor that was mounted to the wall. Completely content, they were eating barbecue-drenched popcorn out of a bowl they shared that was perched between them while Acheron’s steward, Alexion, and his wife, Danger, kept it filled to capacity.
Acheron’s twin brother, Styxx, met her and Falcyn in the doorway. At almost seven feet in height, he was an impressively handsome beast. Dressed in a casual blue button-down shirt and jeans, he was a far cry from Ash’s preferred Goth style. “Yeah, we know. But it keeps them out of trouble and stops them from putting horns on the babies’ heads.”
Medea laughed as she saw that Styxx’s wife, Bethany, was holding their youngest son in her arms and cooing to the toddler. “So this is the little Aricles I keep hearing about from big brother Urian.”
With her black spiral curls pulled away from her face in a ponytail, Bethany rubbed her son’s back. Her caramel skin was flawless over sharply chiseled features. “Would you like to hold him?”
“I might keep him if I do.”
Ari smiled as he looked up at her. “Mimi?”
Completely sunk, Medea took him and was lost the moment he wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her with a giddy squeal and bounce. It’d been so long since she last held a baby that she’d forgotten just how wonderful it felt to have such unbounded affection.
That was the hardest part about being around Daimons—they couldn’t have children. Only Apollites could.
Falcyn brushed his hand through her hair. “You okay?”
She nodded. “You’re screwed, though. Word of warning. I want a bunch of these again.”
He wrinkled his nose as Aricles squeezed Falcyn’s finger and bit it. “I don’t know. He’s kind of smelly and leaking out both ends.”
Bethany laughed. “It doesn’t bother you when it’s yours who smells that way.”
“If you say so.” He met Styxx’s gaze doubtfully.
Styxx cleared his throat. “I’m agreeing with Beth. All the way.”
“That’s because my brother is not a fool.” Acheron came in and clapped his hands on Styxx’s shoulders.
Medea froze at the sight of them together. While she knew they were identical, except for their eye color and hair color—and that only because Acheron artificially colored his black and red—it was still shocking to see them side by side like this.
