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Our future.

And apparently, six other imprisoned gods who are going to make life considerably more interesting.

Calla looks up at me.

“Can we go home now?”

I brush a curl from her cheek.

“Anything you desire, little mortal.”

She smiles.

“Good. Because after all that, I could really use a shower.”

My grin turns wicked.

“An excellent suggestion.”

“Morpheus.”

“Calla.”

“Behave.”

I kiss her.

“Never.”

And together, we leave the Realm of Sleep behind.

Chapter 9

Morpheus

“Thank you for saving me.” She places her hand against my chest as we lay side by side together in her bed.

My breath catches.

She slides her fingers upward.

Over my collarbone.

Along my throat.

Then traces the edge of my jaw.

I close my eyes as my heart thunders wildly.

“…you turn into a complete mess when I touch you.”

I catch her wrist.

“Little mortal.”

“Yes, Your Divine Hotness?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”