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Blace shook his head ruefully "Ah, the vigor of the young" Rune was sevenco name honestly"

Rune the Insatiable He buffed his black claws "Wringing orgas hearts for eons"

Sian said, "Gods pity any female who loses her heart to you I could almost feel sorry for your bedh to want more, then she deserves all the heartache in the worlds" Hesex He felt physical pleasure but no connection, no immediacy--no erew excited about upco battles He experienced kinship with the Møriør But during sexnothing

Which was unsettling, since he spent a good deal of his life tupping

"Tarts?" Allixta sneered "You are such a whore"

A former slave, he’d known his share of insults; most didn’t bother him Now his claws sharpened as he reo: You possess the s sensuality of the fey and the sexual intensity of a demonI have a use for you after all

Old frustrations et around to swiving you, witch? For the life of h as he pulled on his tunic

Allixta leveled her green gaze on the wolf "Sorel?" Then she turned to Rune "Trustenough to bed you, you’d never forget it"

Befouled Rune loathed his blood Worse, she kne deeply he did Souise fro the talisman he always kept near Carved from a demon ancestor’s horn and inscribed with runes even he couldn’t decipher, it always helped hi him to look toward the future--

Suddenly Sian’s head jerked up "My brother is dead?" Sian’s twin, the Father of Terrors, had been as hideous as Sian was physically flawless

Rune nodded "Killed in a blood sport contest Murdered in front of cheering crowds"

Blace shook his head "Impossible A primordial like the Father of Terrors can’t be killed"

"He was slain--by a mere immortal," Rune said "These days in the Gaia realainst another; they’ve allied into armies And more, these iods"

Allixta smirked "Perhaps your dirty blood has finally rotted your brain Deities can’t be assassinated by immortals"

He turned froods have perished, all in the last year Including one of the witch divinities" While Allixta sputtered, Rune reeled off nauished forever He studied the set of Orion’s shoulders for signs of tension

Hoould a god feel about the deaths of his kind?

Orion just stared at the worlds flickering past