“Most of the Intare are here today,” Sam said. “They'll be fine.”
I glanced at her to acknowledge what she said, but I knew when a werewolf had a bad feeling, they needed to act on it. So, to Trevor, I said, “Stay then. I'm sure I'll be fine with Re, Kirill, and Viper.” I kissed his cheek. “Look after our pups.”
He grinned at me. “Always, minn elska.”
“Lesya, help your uncles look after children!” Kirill shouted at our daughter. “I'm going vith Mama!”
“All right, Dad,” Lesya called back and waved. “Bye!”
“Bye, babies!” I shouted at my kids.
Half of them groaned at being called babies; the other half used the opportunity to divebomb their siblings.
I sighed as my kids shrieked. “The mom-ick is coming. Soon, they won't even hug me in public.”
Sam chuckled. “Zariel's already getting too sassy. I blame her father.”
“It is nature of beast,” Kirill said, his words colored by his Russian heritage.
“No kidding.” I snorted. “All right, let's go before Persephone texts again.”
Kirill, Re, Viper, and I went into the tracing room while Trevor went back to the kids, and Azrael went upstairs to changefor his meeting. Elliot Gray had a contract with Az to produce fey-positive toys. It helped humans get used to faeries and would hopefully promote goodwill in the future. The proceeds all went into trust funds for the Wild Fey children, who were conceived during Wild Magic's rule on Earth.
I went to the tracing wall and placed a palm flat on the stone. The Aether pulled me in and pushed me out in the Greek Underworld. I stepped out of the tracing room with my husbands to find the King and Queen of the Greek Underworld waiting for me—the King holding their daughter while the Queen held Princess, their Pomeranian.
“It's about time,” Hades snarled.
Chapter Six
“Daddy, be nice!” Demetera, daughter of Hades and Persephone, and one of two god children whom the Wild Magic had affected, tapped her father's nose.
Hades grimaced and nipped his daughter's finger.
Deme giggled, her green eyes going bright. At four years old, she was already showing signs of the beautiful woman she'd become. Her blond hair reminded me of her namesake, Demeter, but that was all I saw of her grandmother. Deme had her mother's eyes and kindness blended with her father's nose and propensity toward sarcasm. In short, she was an astounding child.
“Hello, Deme.” I kissed her cheek. “How are you?”
“I'm well, thank you, Aunty Vervain.”
I raised my eyebrows at her grown-up response.
Then she went on. “But Daddy is upset about dead people.”
“Dead people?” Viper scrunched up his face. “I don't like the sound of that.”
Princess yipped.
“Yes, I see you,” I cooed to the dog as I stroked her head. “Hi, Princess. Who's a pretty girl?”
The dog panted happily, its fur gleaming from a recent brushing.
Once Princess had her due, Persephone put the dog down and hugged me. “Thank you for coming, V. It's the souls.”
“What about them?”
“There are none!” Hades growled.
Princess ran down the hallway, yipping.
