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Tell her I’m fine, you must keep her inside for now.

She is concerned.

I’m fine, she will know this. King Asmodeus is of no threat to us. He would be upset to be caught like this by one of his own kind.

She sat in silence, listening to his sobs quieten, while never letting go of her hand. When he finally looked up, her bottom was numb. His tear swollen, misery filled eyes met hers and she could feel his unease surface.

“This is a private moment. Just between us.”

He gave a jerky nod after a brief hesitation. “Thank you for your patience with me.” It was the first time she’d heard him be humble.

“You gave me a gift, took my fear away. I would say that spending time witha friend, sitting in the moonlight, is not a chore if I gave you a little of the solace you gave me.”

“You are a wise woman.”

She shook her head, curls tickling over her neck as they moved. “If I had been as wise as you say, I would not have rejected my blissful one in the beginning.”

He sighed heavily. “Then that makes two of us.”

Still holding his hand, she squeezed it. “The thing with a blissful one is that it’s never too late to change what is into what should be. A wise troll taught me that, just saying.”

Even in the moonlight, she could see the way his shoulders went from stooped to straight. It appeared he’d come to a decision.

She hoped it would give both him and Dougal what they wanted. “Maybe you should go back to your realm and get some sleep before you decide about your… future.”

He rose stiffly, rubbing at his backside, before offering Wanda a hand to help her up. “Please, all I ask is that you don’t speak of my visit… for now.”

“Of course.” She tugged the huge hand, getting a wide-eyed, startled look before he went with her tugging and bent closer to her. Not overthinking it, she gave him an awkward hug because he was just too big to wrap her arms around.

“We’re friends. I don’t suspect you have many of those in your position. I’m here whenever you wish to talk.” She pulled back, dropping her arms, and offered a soft smile. “Day or night.”

“You are more than I deserve.” He bowed and, in a blink, was gone.

Seconds later, Christa burst out of the trees behind her. Wild hair flowed behind her as she rushed to her, naked in her demon form, patting her down as if to check she was unharmed.

Wanda giggled, getting swept off the forest floor. Kisses were peppered all over her face as Christa murmured, “I was so worried. Why was the king here? Why did you block me? Tell the girls not to let me outside? Do you know how stressful this was?”

The questions kept coming, and Christa didn’t take a breath to pause and let her answer. Wanda took matters into her own hands and slipped her arms around Christa’s neck and kissed her.

Her lips parted invitingly, feeling Christa’s pounding heart beating hard against hers. “I’m fine. All is well. He just needed a quiet place to think,” she whispered between kisses. “Now, let’s go back to bed, where you can reassure both your demon and human side that I’m perfectly unharmed.”

Christa’s dark eyes glowed in the moonlight. “That could take the rest of the night.”

She gave what she hoped was a seductive smile. “Maybe the girls need to help?”

“I love how you think.”

So do we.

They all laughed as the branches lifted them both into the nook and closed the world out.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Christa

Wanda had left the nook before Christa and was outside checking over her trees and the surrounding plants, something the girls explained she had stopped doing after the kidnapping.They were clacking branches, showing how happy they were for Wanda to be acting more like how she was before the attack.

Christa didn’t dwell on what couldn’t be changed, just focused on the happiness she felt through her bond from Wanda. Coming out of the nook, dressed in a vest top and shorts, she walked barefoot to the little area where Dougal liked to set up his fire pit. It gave Christa the best view of the whole orchard, and her blissful one.

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