what she’d done to royally piss off the Queen of Mean, but she couldn’t. She’d lived her entire life as the plaything of the gods. It seemed, though, that Freya had an extra dose of anger when it came to Valerie. Valerie shrugged, shaking off the thoughts. It didn’t matter now, and she really didn’t care. If Sevani needed her help, then that was all that mattered.
“I’ll round up the boys. Send me your location, and we’ll be there,” she thought back to Sevani. Because they ate the seeds produced by her power, she had a connection to them, one they kept well hidden from their nosy jailer. From anywhere they could contact Valerie, and she would get them what they needed. Valerie’s seemingly miraculous ability to get them what they needed confused and irritated Freya to no end, something that Valerie was rather fond of doing.
Valerie got up from the lounge and tied the blond strands of her hair into a ponytail as her gray eyes scanned the sky. Next to the pool, where she could see the heavens, she could forget, for a time, where she was, what was asked of her, and the situation they were all in. Here she could imagine that she was just a normal woman, not akin to a goddess in her own right, and had no worries.
But it was time to return to reality, and she would not let Sevani down. She went in search of Lei first. He had just returned from a mission and would be high off his success. He’d also be the one to jump at the chance to go to the human lands.
Her long legs took her quickly past the gym and sauna and right to the playroom. They’d all thought of her as just a beautiful face when meeting her. She stood six feet tall with rounded hips, full breasts, and pouty lips, and she could toss each and every one of them on their assess. Now they didn’t just see her as a beautiful woman but a counterpart. She was one of them, who just so happened to be female. She’d grown to know them all over the time they’d shared together. She knew their likes, their dislikes, what made them tick, and what set them off. To assuage their boredom, she often did things to bother them just to see them squirm. So, she knew just where to find her first quarry, and, if she knew Lei, which she did, he’d have his head buried in the newest Call of Duty game—shooting up zombies with his chopper.
Men and their toys.
When she heard the sounds of rapid gunfire, she knew she’d made the right call. Lei sat on a dark chocolate couch, leaning forward so hard he was almost falling off. The dark paneling of the room had been the guys’ choice, along with the multitude of swords, guns, and knives mounted all over the walls. The punching bag and mats in the far corner had been her idea. Sure, it would have been better suited in the gym, but she enjoyed irritating them with pictures of their faces as she pounded out her paces. But seeing as Lei was so engrossed in the screen, she had a better idea. She slipped up to the console and pushed the power button.
“Hey! I was on round thirty-eight. This is the second Black Ops . Do you know how hard it is to get past level twenty?” Lei yelled, jumping to his feet. “I had the chopper, ray gun as secondary, all of the drinks, and I was on solo-play.”
“Doesn’t matter, Sevani needs us.”
“Even he would have waited until the end of the round or told me to pause it,” Lei grumbled, his blond hair falling over his deep green eyes as he shook his head.
God, the man was yummy. All muscle, tone, and smooth pale skin, he was a man a woman wanted to sink her teeth into. He didn’t have Sevani’s need to put his honor first, though she loved that about Sevani, or Alexander’s brooding nature. No, Lei was a man whose smile hid so many deeper meanings. She used to make him listen to a song about a girl with a broken smile, over and over again, just to annoy him. But it ended up that the lyrics were so true that she’d made it his song in her mind. He’d taken the joy out of
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