I jolted up. “Timber?”
Nothing.
With a shiver, I lay back down and could have sworn I heard someone chuckle in the darkness like this was the best entertainment they’d ever had.
And I was exhibit A.
TIMBER
“It grew?” Ethan gave me an odd look, his green eyes flashing as his fangs descended like they were in danger and he needed to attack anyone and everyone. Then again, I was the one who was at the vampire’s house with his wife Genesis and kids. “What do you mean it grew?”
But Ethan was the historian of the group. Next to Cassius, he was the only one who would know something, he wasn’t as old as me, but it was close, plus who truly kept track when you’d been alive so long?
I let out a long sigh then showed Ethan my palm. A black seed tattoo was still in the middle like always, moving, pulsing like it was a living breathing thing. And then the small green branch had strained toward my thumb and was now wrapped like a ring around the base.
The door slammed open, Mason stomped in looking every inch the weird werewolf Watcher that he was.
A werewolf king with the blood of the Watchers running through his veins making him powerful as hell, who could keep track of all the supernatural shit going on in that place?
Dark hair hung past Mason’s bare shoulders as he walked barefoot into the house, his wife Serenity, a relative goddess, close by.
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sp; I tensed.
Anything to do with goddesses made me want to run in the opposite direction. Mainly because it was my one weakness.
Or had been.
Her.
A daughter of Danu.
Twice a year she was allowed into this realm, twice a year I would touch her, and now… now the twelve goddesses of old were here permanently.
Because times were a changing.
Lovely.
Humans were no longer safe from the supernatural. And I had a sick feeling that it was only a matter of time before myth became reality.
“Serenity.” I bowed my head in respect, but didn’t stand. It pissed her off, which I loved more than she would ever know. She still had human blood in her body, but she was wholly goddess, wasn’t she? You could tell by the softness of her skin, the way she smiled, the sizzle of power that erupted from that same smile.
She skipped over to me and pulled me in for a hug. “I missed you.”
Mason growled.
“Sheath your claws.” I rolled my eyes, returning her hug. “I missed you too, I’ve been busy at the bar and with… whatever the hell this is…”
She released me and looked down at my palm. “Wait, did you add to the tattoo?”
“If I wanted to add to any of the tattoos on my body do you think I would go for a tree branch? I mean honestly…”
She gave me a shove and then reached out and pressed a finger to the middle of my palm, pressing the seed as if it were a button.
A groan escaped my lips as the pulsing and itching got worse. The color faded from the green only to return brighter.
“I tried.” She gave me a forlorn look. “I mean if none of us can remove it, your only hope is Cassius, but it’s kind of cute, you know? It builds character for the big bad Demon King to have a fruit plant on his palm.”