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gasping.
    When her mind returned from its state of ecstatic blankness she took stock of the situation.   Yes, she’d enjoyed the sex, but she was glad it was over.   Now their delirious need was sated.   Both halves of her heart felt fulfilled.   She could get on with the serious work.
    Votan peeled himself off her.   He lumbered to the edge of the bed and zipped his pants.
    “Get dressed,” he said.   He paused to wipe some sweat from his brow.   “We’re leaving.”
    She picked herself up onto her elbows.   “I’m not going anywhere.   Neither are you.”
    He laughed through his nostrils.
    “Please.   Just listen to me.   You and Maximon have to share me.   This condo is the best set-up for that to happen.   He’s already agreed to it.   I need you to get on board.”
    He darted her a cruel look.   At that moment Michelle could understand why her goddess form got sick of him sometimes.
    “Get.   Dressed.”
    “That ordering me around needs to stop.   I’m not your property.”
    “Really, Ixchel?”   He tilted his head with a smirk.   “You were wrong in your assumption before.   I’m perfectly willing to drag you out of here naked.”
    Then I’ll turn into a jaguar and rip the throat out of your human form before you can shift. No…she wouldn’t do that.   But she could.  
    Votan stepped out.   “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
    His seed spilled out of her when she got up, fueling her annoyance even more.   Yes, she got dressed, because she was a civilized human being.   Not because the asshole had ordered her to.
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Chapter 8
     
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    Michelle found Votan raiding Max’s pantry.   He drank almond milk from the carton then chomped a huge bite of a foie gras sandwich.   She stood staring at him a moment.
    “I’ve had one shitty meal on an airplane since yesterday.”
    Her lips screwed to one side.   “If you’re low on money you’re better off staying here.   Maximon is rich.”
    “Of course he is.”   He pulled back his top lip in a sneer.   “I have enough money for the next two lifetimes.   I didn’t stop to eat because I was obsessed.”
    “Oh.”   She stated it without sympathy.   “Tell me how I can un-spirit-mark you.”
    His brow lifted.   “Me?”
    Michelle nodded with her gaze steady.
    He grumbled and took another bite.   After chewing and swallowing he said, “Why are you always so difficult?   We are the true mates here.   What you’ve done with Maximon is infidelity.”
    “Yeah.   I guess that happens a lot with gods and goddesses.   Particularly when one acts like a jackass.”
    He gave an acrimonious laugh.   “My word—it’s you.   It’s exactly you.   You’re in the body of this pretty blonde mortal girl, but every word is pure Ixchel.”   He shook his head.   “Gods, I’ve missed you.”
    She swallowed.   Her stupid heart was breaking just at the thought of dumping him.   Only pride kept her fixed on it.   “Then why are you bulldozing everything?”
    “Why am I angry?   Why am I impatient and demanding?   Because in your last lifetime you cast me aside for Maximon.   Punishment for some slight in the lifetime before that.   You left me solitary and listless.   It was a miserable existence.   I was hardly a man at all—I remained a beast, because at least in that form I didn’t ache for companionship.”
    Her eyes lowered.
    “Then finally you’re reborn and I’m waiting for you.   I’m vowing to do better.   To keep you forever this time.   To be worthy of you.”
    She peeked up.
    “And then you pull at my heart.   I rejoice.   You’ve decided to come back to me.   This life will be magnificent.   I ached for you.   Longed for you.   I think of how we can thrive together in this world and in this age.   I was beside myself with joy.”   He paused to shove his food away.   “But it was just another game.   You decided I still