“Fuck,” I hissed.
Now that, you don't have to do. Just because you're bound to them, it doesn't mean that you have to continue your relationships. I may not be able to sever the blood ties, but I can most certainly prevent them from affecting you. In short; I can keep those motherfuckers away from you.
“Thank you.” I sighed. “That's something, at least.”
Also, you have a guest.
A knock came at the door.
“That was kind of creepy, Star,” I muttered as I shrugged on a robe and headed toward the door.
I created a cloud bed for you last night, but you're disturbed by my knowledge of who's at the door?
I chuckled. “Valid. But you didn't tell me who it is.”
I think you can figure that one out for yourself.
“Good morning, Sin,” I said as I opened the door.
Sin stood leaning against the door frame, looking delicious and debonair in tan slacks and a crisp, white, button-down shirt, open at the collar. An Armani belt gleamed at his waist and a Cartier watch at his wrist. He grinned at me, took in my bathrobe and rumpled hair, then lifted his Prada shades and peered into the room behind me.
“Where's the Angel? I expected him to answer the door.”
“The Angel went home.”
“So, it's really over?” He lifted a dark brow at me in challenge.
“For me it is,” I whispered, a tide of heartbreak suddenly threatening to drown me.
I've got you; it's okay. Star sent a blast of calming energy to push back the tide and it all seeped away.
I took a deep breath and let everything go.
“You okay?” Sin straightened and went serious. “I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make light of your situation.”
“No; it's fine.” I stepped back and waved him inside. “Azrael left just before you arrived. You have impeccable timing.”
“So I've been told.” He smirked and stepped past me.
“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,” I offered as I shut the door. “I need to get dressed.”
“Or you could simply take that off, and I could join you in there,” Sin suggested as he watched me head into the master bedroom.
“We're not having sex, Sin,” I called over my shoulder. “So, if that's all you're here for, you can save yourself the trouble and find another woman to chase.”
“You're a dragon-faerie-goddess-godhunter,” he called back. “Believe me when I say that I'm not only here to have sex with you. It's a priority, but it's not the only reason.”
“I'm glad you have your priorities straight.” I chuckled under my breath as I closed the bedroom door and cast aside my robe. Then I realized that I didn't have any fresh clothes.
What would you like? Wait; don't tell me.
Lacy, cream-colored, silk underwear appeared on my body first and then a flowing, cotton dress in pale pink covered them. Beige sandals with white camellias formed on my feet and a matching Chanel bag popped into existence on the bed; caviar leather and gold hardware. Classic and elegant. Star seemed to have dressed me to coordinate with Sin. A slim Cartier watch appeared on my wrist and confirmed it.
“Nice, but what do I need a purse for if you can make things appear like Aladdin's genie?” I paused and then giggled. “I have a genie, and I'm in the Middle East. How appropriate.”
I'm magic, not a genie, and there's much more to the Middle East than brass lamps and bellydancers. Get some damn culture, you bumpkin. And you need a purse to hold things like your room key, your lipstick, and all of that money that I put in it.
“You put money in my purse?” I went to inspect it. “Why is there another flap beneath the first flap?” I grumbled as I tried to get into my overly complicated designer handbag.
It's to help keep its shape and stop manhandling it; you now better than that. It's a good thing I went with the caviar instead of the lambskin.
“This is why I don't buy Chanel,” I continued to mutter. “You shouldn't have to buy the uglier bag just so it doesn't get scratched up. You pay this much for a bag, it should be invincible.”
You didn't pay anything for the bag; I made it.
“Then why didn't you make it out of invincible lambskin? In fact, why didn't you make me a Hermes? Those bags can outlast a nuclear explosion.”
Fine! You want Hermes? There! You happy?
Just as I pulled out the wallet, the bag and wallet both shifted into Hermes versions. I beamed at the upgrade and my smile stretched even wider when I saw the contents of the wallet. More cash than anyone should carry around and credit cards in my name. There was even an ID.
“Credit cards? Do I really need any of this?”
If you want to purchase anything in front of people—another god for example—you do.
“Good point.” I slid the wallet back into the purse and slipped the handles into the crook of my elbow. Feeling appropriately bougie, headed out to the living room.
Sin stood at the window, in the same spot where Az had been the night before. It shocked me into stillness, and I just stared at him. With his dark hair and his back turned to me, I could almost convince myself that my husband had returned.
They'll come around, Star said gently. After they see how well your plan works, they'll have to admit that you were right. If you still want them back after all of this is over, you'll have them.
Do you think so?
Of course.
I smiled to myself and moved up to stand beside Sin. Star was right; my husbands would come around eventually. I just had to have faith in myself, and they just needed some time to get over their egos. The question was; would I be able to forgive them for the way they'd betrayed me?
“That was fast.” Sin angled his head to look me over. “Very nice. A bit softer than I expected but lovely.”
“Thank you. So, do you have any plans
