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Just because I was feeling vengeful, I swamped triple zero emergency calls with reports of fights, break-ins, neighbor disputes, car crashes, and thefts. I’d have them so bogged down in fucking paperwork, they wouldn’t have time to devote to stalking and harassing us.

The vengeful fire in me went out with a puff of smoke. This wasn’t like me. At. All. I looked to Mia. Fuck Slade’s promise. Protecting this beautiful little creature from harm became one of my highest priorities, and I would hurt any man that did her wrong. Myself included.

CHAPTER24

Aaliyah

Hellfireon the bond called me to him. I had to go to him. He stayed up two nights in a row battling the forces trying to kill the story of the corrupt police involved in snuff and rape porn. Prime suspect: Superintendent Knight. Whose daughter bullied mine, and I’d had plenty to say about it yesterday when Principal Avens called me to discuss the matter.

Dressed in my nightgown and slippers, I padded out to the kitchen, flicked on the kettle, and gathered mugs to make coffee. Instant in this case. The coffee machine made too much noise with the steeping beans and the hiss of the milk frothing component.

White letters on the microwave blared 5AM. Daybreak tipped the horizon. Alaric would be up soon to chase the sunrise—that and sunset his favorite times of day—and we often sat on the porch, snuggled, enjoying the view. One of our unhindered alone times these days. Times I would maximize in case he was sentenced to prison.

Armed with two steaming mugs, I lightly tread into the lounge room, finding Castor exhausted and slumped on the sofa, the TV on, volume down. Puffy, red eyes met mine as I set my fingers over his tight shoulders.

“Daddy?” My fingers sifted through his long hair, massaging his scalp, his heavy eyelids closing. I didn’t know if he enjoyed that nickname or if it still set him on edge.

Zethan rolled over in his sleep from the opposite couch. So much for staying up with him. I didn’t get cross with him, knowing he did important work in the Underworld while he rested.

Castor tapped his lap. “Come here, Dark Sorceress. Give me a moment’s peace.”

Mugs clinked softly as I set them down on the wooden table between the sofas. I curled up on his thighs, quenching the merciless heat on my bond, replacing it with a softer warmth. We hadn’t been together since his confession and it left me craving my mate more than ever. His scent wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. Vanilla, spice, hazelnut. Damn his sexy aftershave.

My poor man. What a fucking battle he waged. Everything his enemy threw back, Thoth and Castor were there to stop them. Sly tricks to deny the world seeing behind their perverted games. Cutting mid-story and cutting to an ad break, deleting any history of the report from social media, issuing fact checks, denying social media users permission to post about it. Watching the chaos unfold was a high my mate never before encountered. Equal to sex and just as fulfilling. Glorious. World-shattering. We all felt his satisfaction on the bond like the most delirious fucking orgasm.

Mounting posts on social media feeds were too much for the enemy to suppress. Aided by his friend, Mads, Castor kept the topics of scandals in the police force and political spheres, injecting fresh ones involving scientists and cover-ups of medical cures, CEOs and corruption on Wall Street with insider trading trending on social media algorithms. Private messages exploded with shared stories of concerned citizens reaching out to families, friends, and contacts.

Phone calls in every country clogged lines and downed them for five hours. Castor reveled in glory. Untouchable. Untraceable. No one able to track his trail when backed by the power of a god.

“Say-a-fucking-nara, assholes!” Castor motioned with his hand and I didn’t know what he just did, but I stroked his chest.

He cupped my ass and pulled me closer to him and I tucked my head beneath his chin, snuggling into his chest.

My fingers slipped beneath his Calvin Klein shirt to stroke his belly. The motion lulled him into a calm that prompted his tense muscles to melt.

“God, I need your touch, Sorceress.” His husky voice said he wasn’t far off a nap.

“Which evil suckers did you just crucify?” I got a brief low-down last night on the plan, but most of my time was occupied with Mia. Zethan and I schooled her on how to respond to bullies.

Castor sleepily reeled off the names of the government departments. My dark, dominant mate had been at this for almost forty-eight hours, and beyond that, his brain’s cognitive function would decrease, and he needed rest.

My fingers roamed up to his ribs. “On the plus side, you’re keeping those departments busy, improving the state’s employment rate and economy.”

My bond purred with his dark, throaty chuckle. “Thoth approves of that. He says the Maat is balanced.”

“Winning!” I tickled his belly and snuggled into him.

If the gods were happy, then we diverted chaos from our midst.

After a moment, I urged, “Sleep, my love, you need rest. Your body will shut down and you’ll get a cold.”

“I can’t.” He lazily stroked my hair. “They’re putting up a good fight, dousing fires everywhere that Mads and I are re-lighting.”

“The world can wait. It won’t go to hell in two hours.” I traced magical symbols on his stomach and ribcage. Magick to draw him into a relaxing sleep. Enough for his body to rejuvenate and his mind to unwind.

“Stop it, Sorceress.” Castor pushed my hand away, gripping my wrist. “This is important.”

I repeated the motion with my other hand, fighting a battle of wills with my dominant man. “So are you. You’re no good to us exhausted, depleted, stressed, and ill.”

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