Now and forever complete.
ALTHOUGHHECOULD’VESPENTANETERNITYINtheir veryown paradise, Obsidian knew they had to return to the real world. Still, as he lay in the bed, Penelope’s head resting on his chest, he couldn’t find the energy to get up.
“I’ve been thinking,” Penelope said softly, her head shifting as though she was ensuring he was paying attention.
“About…?”
“What I want to do.”
His body stiffened, a hint of unease settling over him.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a chuckle. “I’m not talking going back to the casino and serving drinks. However, I do need something to do. I can’t sit around all night, twiddling my thumbs.”
“What do you enjoy doing?”
“Well, I was thinking maybe I could help with the search for the otheramsouelots. I’m decent with a computer. Probably not as good as they are, but I’m a fast learner.”
“I know my brothers will appreciate all the help they can get.”
“Then I was thinking that perhaps I could start documenting things. One thing I noticed was there weren’t any books in the library noting your history. I even checked the Bible but found nothing.”
No, the Bible didn’t have a section devoted to them. Michael had done his best to keep their existence a secret throughout history. According to the archangel, there were certain things even angels didn’t need to know.
“Document our history?” Obsidian wasn’t sure he understood.
“Well, I figure it’s safe to say there’ll be more warriors in the future. Probably wouldn’t hurt for them to understand their heritage, where they came from.”
He twisted his head so he could look down at her face.
Penelope turned and smiled up at him. “I’m talking about your children. Your brothers’ children. The next generation, Obsidian.”
His heart did a hop, skip, and a jump in his chest at the thought of her carrying his son or daughter.
“Like I told you, I’ve always been fascinated by mythology.” She chuckled softly. “Though I’m not sure that’s an accurate term based on definition. Considering what most consider myths are probably fact.”
“And you want to use this for what?”
“Education. Within your family, of course. Not with humans. I don’t think they can handle this sort of knowledge.”
“They can’t,” he agreed. “Which is the reason we’re restricted from interacting with them if at all possible.”
“And that leads me to another question,” she said, her fingernail sliding over his stomach. “Will I be able to visit my father?”
Obsidian considered it for a moment. “Is that what you want?”
“Eventually, yes. He’s still my father. Our relationship might be strained, but I do miss him.”
“I’ll speak to Michael about it,” he assured her. “See what rules he wants in place.”
“I can document those, too,” she said. “Since it seems most of that information is locked up tightly in your head.”
Obsidian smiled.
“Do you think Oliver will ever be able to leave?”
Her question didn’t necessarily surprise him, but he wasn’t exactly fond of the subject. “That’s the plan.”
“Do you think he’ll be safe?”
