Page 36 of To Hell and Back
“What? Me?” Seneca pointed to herself. “My eyes are glowing?”
Arson nodded. “Yep, they are glowing silver now, so you might want to remember to tame that down when you are around humans.”
She groaned. “So, I really am becoming a god. I was just getting used to being reborn, now I have to deal with being a god.”
Killian stroked her hair. “My poor little mate. You’ve had a lot to deal with today.”
“I really have,” she moaned, leaning her full weight against him as she rested her cheek against his chest.
He wanted to laugh at her antics, but he was far too content holding her and didn’t want to interrupt her ploys for sympathy.
“On that note, I’m going to go check on Daphne,” Arson said, looking everywhere but at them.
“We’ll be leaving soon,” Killian told him.
“Okay, contact us at The Manor if you need us,” he said before vanishing.
After he was gone, Seneca continued leaning against Killian. She really did need a moment or two to process everything. “What’s the containment room?”
“Don’t worry, mate. It isn’t the cage you are imagining. The containment room is actually a suite of rooms that are specially warded against magic. So, while he is staying there, he won’t have to worry about losing control of his magic.”
“You’ve dealt with this kind of thing before?”
“Several times.”
“Good,” she said, feeling relieved. “Don’t we need to be there in case he wakes up?”
“I hit him with a spell that will keep him out for a few days,” Killian explained. “It’s best that he sleeps through the worst part of the awakening so his magic has time to settle.” After she sighed again, he demanded, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “Something just feels…off. Did I really get sent back to get revenge, or was it to meet you? Or am I just being used to save this new god we found?”
“I’m not sure, but it could be all of the above. Perhaps you were given the chance to be reborn because you could accomplish everything at once.”
“Perhaps.”
“Come, mate. Let’s go home,” he said softly.
“To your villa?”
“Our villa on the Amalfi coast,” he corrected.
“Nice. I’ve never been there. I don’t know, though. You seem more like a castle kind of guy than a villa guy.”
He chuckled. “I’ve adapted with age.”
Leaning her chin on his chest, she glanced up at him. “Am I going to be able to finish school if we live in Italy?”
“Yes, if that is what you want. I will purchase a property near the university and create a portal that leads directly to our home.”
“That’s genius.”
“I’m glad you think so. Now, are you ready to see the villa for yourself? I think you will love it. The view outside is spectacular, and the interior is very comfortable. Naturally, you can change anything in our home if it is not to your liking.”
Our home.She really liked the sound of that.
“Don’t we need to do some repairs or something before we leave?”
“Already done.”
