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“Yeah, it sure looked like a wig. A big teased up wig. She kept pulling pencils and pens out of her hair to write on her clipboard,” Juniper said.

Damn it, she saw the owner’s face?

“Juniper?” I turned her chin toward me. “You remember seeing her face? You know who she is if you see her again?”

She gave me a confused look. “Uh, yeah. I was there?”

I turned to the rest of the room. “When I was in her mind, I couldn’t see the owner. Just as Simone and Andriel. I could only see her gods awful pink clothing and that it was a female. Why can Juniper see?”

“The glamour may only work on gods and supernaturals,” Uriel spoke up. “It is a powerful magic but not well planned out magic. This person using the magic sounds like they do not have the correct foundations of witchcraft. That’s probably why Juniper can see them, and we can’t.”

I turned to Juniper. “Damn, I was too busy trying not to let you live out your past. I should have asked you.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s okay. You were trying to make me feel better. Make me feel comfortable.” She wrapped her arms around me. “If I had known you were looking for a description of the owner I would have told you.”

“But we still don’t know who that is,” Ember interrupted. “Do we know of anyone that fits that description with big hair with an evil Dolly Parton look?”

Zeus shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

“I bet Mother will know!” Uriel waved her hand in the air. “Mother knows everyone.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Thanatos

After making doubly sure that neither the angel nor demon were the ones that took my treasure to the strip club, Uriel informed us it would be a few days before Hera would be able to join us. Hera’s duties weren’t that of Zeus’ right now. Zeus made sure that we were aware of that fact before he departed.

Hera had her own duties to perform, now that she had an extended family. She gave birth to identical twin boys with Michael. They couple had planned a vacation with him the smaller ones.

Hera wouldn’t cut short her family's vacation time with her sons, even if it was to help save humans. She was an exceedingly hard worker and still worked at Zeus’ side until he finds his mate. Which I know can be difficult. Still, I found it selfish. Hera could surely take a few hours off to help the innocent humans.

Then, when I saw my treasure yawning just minutes after she had awoken, I knew I needed to tend to my mate, anyway. The women at the club were being looked after far better than what they were, especially now that the guards were human.

Demons had infiltrated the hallways, the human guards are oblivious. The demons possessed most of them so they leave the women alone. The women were wary, not sure what to think of the lighter load they carry. They welcomed the extra food they received, the extra breaks, and even the extra security from the patrons. I hope they knew that help was on the way.

It took a full twenty-four hours for Juniper’s strength to return after Hades’ radiation of power. I didn’t think any of us realized just how powerful we are. We are used to dealing with supernaturals such as werewolves visiting the Underworld. Ember’s family visits but none as a human.

Juniper seemed to be immune to mine, but that was only because I am her mate. We were to be bonded. Of course, she would be immune.

Over the next few days, a palpable bond formed between the women. Time flew by, but I couldn’t help but feel it was too fast. However, upon learning from Ares about my mate’s troubled upbringing, her confessions to Mariah resonated deeply with me. It became clear that she desperately needed this newfound connection. It was essential for her to have a support system, a sense of belonging, especially considering her own birth parents’ neglect.

And the women bonded far more quickly than I expected.

They danced in the studio; they pranced around the palace, keeping my mate busy and did not let her think about the women at Fuzzy Bunnies. They baked, they read, they played games. Then one night they decided to do asleep overwhere we all gathered and watched a movie dubbed Hercules where Hades had blue fucking hair and he grumbled the entire night about it.

Juniper and the females thought it was the best night. I’ve never seen Juniper laugh so hard and smile. She looked carefree. It was a far cry than when I had looked into her mind nights ago. It was so different from the past four years and how much she suffered.

In the club she did not eat, she barely slept. She wondered if each night was the last night she would perform and given up, taken away to the forbidden room where they do not return. My treasure spent her days worried, stricken with fear, and before that? I didn’t even know she dealt with such isolation and loneliness.

Despite my overwhelming desire to bury my cock inside her and revel in the comforting warmth of her body, she was exhausted from the day’s activities. Humans required their well-deserved rest, and she needed it even more. Yet, I cherished those tranquil moments with her, embracing the stillness of the night. However, the growing intensity of my arousal made it increasingly challenging to move discreetly, causing me to yearn for the opportunity to be intimate with her once more.

By day four, the women expressed their interest in swimming. Before I rose from my spot on the couch, I could hear the clicking of heels and the herbal scent of Hecate coming down the hallway.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” she cooed. “All the women having a party without me?”

Ember sat up straight and smiled. “Hecate! You’re here. Would you like to join us? We are about to go swimming.”

Hecate returned the smile and shook her head. “Not today, I actually would like to speak with Thanatos if that’s alright?”

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