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I’ll be conducting mind checks morning and night.”
    “Got it.” Landon pocketed the souls before
calling a portal.
    “I need to move Deidre,” Gabriel said when
the death-dealer was gone.
    “Something happen?” Rhyn asked.
    “Yeah. She got attacked by demons
today.”
    “Drop her off at my place,” he said,
referring to the Immortal’s stronghold in the French Alps.
    “I thought being in Atlanta might help her.
It won’t work,” Gabriel said. He shook his head. “I need Wynn, but
he’s nowhere to be found this morning.”
    “Haven’t seen the fucker,” Rhyn said, tone
hard.
    Gabriel knew how much Rhyn hated his father.
Not many people thought differently of the first Ancient Immortal,
who had led the Council with six of his sons for many years before
being killed. Wynn was a brilliant surgeon, the only person Gabriel
knew to bring in and evaluate Deidre’s claim that she was
healed.
    Not that he didn’t believe her. But, well he
didn’t. He pushed aside the nagging instincts he’d been ignoring
since seeing her earlier.
    “Hey, boss,” one of the dealers approached.
“We got everyone.”
    “Drop them at the lake and hang out for a
bit,” Gabriel said.
    “Go get your woman. I’ll see you at the
castle,” Rhyn said, calling a portal.
    Gabriel nodded. He looked around, furious at
Darkyn for earning the trust of people who didn’t trust him in his
new role as Death. With some dread, he returned to Deidre’s
apartment.
    It was past dark, and she was dozing on the
couch. Cora waved from the kitchen. Gabriel sat down across from
his mate, studying her. It was hard for him to remain detached
around the beautiful woman with silver-white hair. She slept
peacefully, her delicate features and shapely body at ease as she
slept on her stomach. His eyes went over her perfect legs and
lingered on her ass. Their history made him want to touch her, to
feel the softness of her skin before waking her to gaze into the
huge blue-green eyes that were able to stop him in his tracks.
    Both Deidres in one. He
rubbed his jaw. He didn’t know how it was possible. He barely
accepted the idea of being mated to a woman who only looked like his ex. Now,
she was at least half the woman he’d spent lifetimes loving and
hating.
    She was human. No matter how many Deidres
were shoved into that perfect little body, she’d never have the
control over him she once had. He was Death, after all, a deity in
his own right. It was his turn to protect her the way she never
bothered protecting him.
    “Deidre,” he spoke her name quietly.
    Her face skewed a moment before her eyes
opened. She stared at him and sat up quickly.
    “I’m moving you to Rhyn’s.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s safer there.”
    She appeared lost as she looked around her.
She had the artless expressions of a human, an endearing trait that
made him want to wrap his arms around her.
    “Why don’t we go home?” she asked.
    “We can’t right now,” he said. “I’m locked
out of the underworld.”
    “Locked out?” She arched an eyebrow at him.
“You’re the master of the underworld. It can’t lock you out.”
    “Apparently it can,” he said dryly.
    “What on earth did you do?”
    That was the tone of the goddess. Gabriel drew a deep breath and
stood. He motioned her up.
    “Come on,” he said. “I’m headed to Rhyn’s.
I’ll take you.”
    She frowned. “Gabriel, I want to stay
here.”
    “No.”
    “You never used to tell me no, either!” she
snapped and rose, marching towards the stairs to the second
floor.
    “Get used to it,” he called after her.
    He watched her angry walk, gaze on her
swaying hips. A smiled spread across his face. Maybe having the
former deity as a mate wasn’t so bad. He definitely liked the look
on her face when he told her no.
    “Get your shit and let’s go,” he added.
    She glared at him, the blue fire in her eyes
stirring his blood.
    “Don’t forget shoes,” Cora yelled as Deidre
disappeared down the