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being content with what they had and appreciating it for all that it was worth. She listened to Darian as he continued.
    “Natasha, I have seen empires rise and fall. I have witnessed new generations of mankind emerge time and time again. I’ve seen wars form nations. I’ve witnessed natural and unnatural calamities both destroy and rebuild civilizations. I’ve even seen fashions transform and thankfully, for the better. What I’m trying to say is that I have no regrets. Once my Maker explained to me what I would have to sacrifice to become what I am, I accepted my losses along with everything that I gained.”
    “I understand now. So I take it you like today’s fashions better?” Natasha asked.
    “Yes. The fashion of today is more to my liking. If I cannot wear my togas, then I would prefer to wear what I am wearing,” Darian said as he reminisced on the multitude of fashions of the past.
    “You mean to tell me you didn’t relish the lacy fashions of the romantic Victorian era?” Xavier joked.
    “Oh! Heavens no.” Darian grimaced, appalled by the memory. “I detested the fashions of those times. The silk and velvet brocade and lacy, ruffled shirts, stockings with buckled boots,” he stated vehemently. “And the fashions of the fifteenth century were no better.” An expression of disgust flashed across his face causing Xavier and Natasha to laugh.
    “In my opinion, the fashions did not improve until the middle eighteen hundreds and during the time of the cowboys . I did enjoy wearing chaps and spurred boots,” he said chuckling.
    “I find it hard to imagine you in a pair of chaps and spurred boots, but I bet you looked very sexy,” Natasha said, trying to get a mental picture of what he would have looked like.
    Darian nodded. “Of course I did.”
    Natasha smirked.
    “You’re almost too modest, you should learn how to gloat more,” she said sarcastically causing both of her men to laugh aloud.
    She gazed lovingly at Darian, he intrigued her more than any man she had ever met. That he had been alive for over sixteen hundred years still baffled her, as she was sure it amazed Xavier. She wanted to know so much about his life. She had asked questions in the past and found that he was an athlete during his human years. She was tickled to find that fact out, but it made perfect sense to her. She had been racking her brain trying to figure out how Darian got his wonderful physique. His body was a beautiful work of art; sculptured muscles and bone structure. He was a natural masterpiece, there was no denying it.
    Natasha believed that his appearance was one of the reasons why he was so conceited. She could just imagine how much he must have been lusted after in his human years; she could see it now in this day and age. Whenever she went out with them, people looked at her, but they stared at Xavier and Darian. Even when they were at the restaurant that night, people were looking at them. Lust-filled gazes were directed at Darian and Xavier. Sometimes she became jealous of this attention, but then she reminded herself that they were with her and by their own choice, and the thought made her feel better.
    “Darian, do you have any pictures or portraits of yourself?” Natasha asked genuinely interested.
    Darian chuckled. “Yes I do.”
    “Would you mind showing them to me when we get home?” Natasha asked
    Darian nodded. “Not at all. You do realize that I’m going to want to see photographs of you as well.”
    Xavier pouted playfully. “I see you’re not interested in any photos of me,” he said, pretending to be disappointed.
    “Oh stop it. You know I want to see your photos. The good thing about you is that you should have baby photos,” Natasha said excitedly.
    Xavier chuckled. “Only one and it’s worn, but I will show it to you.”
    “Good. I can’t wait.” Natasha grinned in anticipation.
    As they rode in the limousine she listened to Darian’s philosophy on human behavior and