Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Mostly, though, she relished in the flight. The climbs and dips, the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her as he reacquainted himself with the sky. She was excited for her return home and to have him in her life.
EPILOGUE
“I do not smell like a million dollars right now,” Jack said, walking into the kitchen where Donovan was unloading groceries.
“Not unless that million dollars was stuffed into a sweaty ass crack, no,” Bria replied.
Daisy sat at the island with Bria, both of them with chopping boards in front of them, a knife each, and no desire to help out. The guys did always try, though.
Jack put his hands on his hips, pausing to look at Bria. Mordecai came into the kitchen as he tugged off his wet shirt. Sweat glistened against his dark skin, the workout with Jack having been incredibly taxing.
“I need a shower,” Mordecai said, passing behind Daisy and giving her a shove.
“Keep it up,” Daisy warned him. “I’ll turn off your ability to heal quickly and give you a pounding.”
“Promises, promises,” Mordecai said, laughing.
She’d given them all a demonstration of her magic once they’d made it home. It turned out that stealing a human’s magic didn’t result in the same craziness as stealing a fae’s. Taking all of it didn’t kill them, either—something she’d tried on a guy sent to assassinate Demigod Kieran. She could deaden the magic just the same, though. And she could boost it.
Kieran and Lexi were keeping that information close to their chests. No one would know that Daisy was anything other than a Chester—something they’d cleared with her first. She had a shining opportunity to fit in, they’d thought, and they didn’t want to take that away from her. But they were wrong.
Tarian and the Fallen had been living in the human world for six months now, learning the customs and language. Kieran had introduced them as half-fae, with similarities to fae but with magic suitable for the human world. He’d gotten a lot of pushback. Because of that, Daisy knew that if she went public with a rare and unheard-of fae power that could strip magic, she would very likely be viewed with more hostility than a simple Chester.
No, keeping her Chester title and simply fucking with people was so much more palatable.
Jack turned to Donovan. “Where are we?”
“I am clean, smell good, and am getting things organized,” Donovan said, scooting away from Jack’s big frame. “You are headed to take a shower before you infect this whole place with your stench.”
Bria smirked as cars pulled up in front of the house. Daisy’s heart beat faster as she recognized the Aston Martin Superleggera that Tarian had picked out and insisted on having. He was as much a hound for fashionable things as Daisy, and had impeccable taste. He’d cashed in all the riches he’d acquired and stored in Faerie, plus the treasure troves he’d collected and hidden in the human world, and had been sent the substantial wealth due to him as a prince of the Diamond Throne. The guy was loaded, and he didn’t hold back on extravagance when it came to the finer things in life.
People were wary of him, but he’d still hit the magical San Francisco scene by fucking storm. Paparazzi followed him everywhere, publishing write-ups on his various looks, commenting on his handsomeness or evil-fae-ness, and snapping pictures of his flying overhead. He’d taken some heat off Lexi, for which she was grateful, especially because Tarian didn’t care in the slightest. He’d endured far worse in the Obsidian Court. This didn’t even register.
Kieran was working with Demigods and non-magical territory leaders to set up the guardianship of the portals and borderlands. It was Kieran’s goal that Tarian become the director and overseer, Tarian’s duty by birth and his desire.
The others thought that gave Kieran too much power. The negotiations raged on. There was a reason Kieran had been so good at making a deal with the gods.
“Where were they?” Bria asked, watching Donovan place a carrot on the chopping board in front of her. She didn’t reach for the knife.
“Shopping,” Daisy replied. “Tarian wanted to see if he could outfit Lexi any better than I could. Fat fucking chance.”
Bria started to laugh. She knew the trials with Lexi’s lack of fashion sense.
Donovan pointed a bundle of celery at Daisy. “Don’t fuck up that relationship. He’s cool. The Fallen are cool. They’re also damn good fighters. Gorlan keeps kicking my ass. It’s starting to give me a complex.”
“I like Kayla,” Bria said. “She’s—”
“She’s what?” Kayla entered the kitchen, wearing jeans and a hoodie and carrying a single department store bag.
Bria pivoted seamlessly. “A real pain in my ass. Hard to tolerate. Terrible jokes.”
Kayla spat out a laugh. “Hard to tell a joke that people will laugh at harder than your whole personality.” She put her bag down on the counter.