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“What?”
“No earthquakes!”
“I am merely expressing amusement.”
“Express it quietly!”
He grins and takes my hand.
“Very well, little mortal. Lead the way.”
* * *
By sunset, we’re back at our private villa overlooking the sea.
The place is ridiculous.
Whitewashed walls, enormous windows, a private infinity pool, and a terrace that looks straight out of a luxury travel magazine.
Naturally, Morpheus considers it inadequate.
“The bedroom is too small,” he announces.
“It’s bigger than our first apartment.”
“The ceiling is low.”
“It’s twelve feet high.”
“And the bed…”
I turn.
“What about the bed?”
His smile turns wicked.
“Entirely insufficient for my plans.”
I laugh.
“Oh, really?”
“Indeed.”
He takes my hand.
“Come, wife. I have something to show you.”
I follow him onto the terrace.
Then stop.
Because our villa is gone.
Well, not gone exactly.
Transformed.
