"You ready?" Rhyn asked.
"Always," Gabriel replied. "I'll go grab Tamer and meet you in the portal room in Hell."
Rhyn grinned.
Whatever happened next, Gabriel prayed the underworld didn't throw him out. He had to find his mate and Darkyn's, quell a rebellion and find a way to reopen the portals to the dealers trapped on the mortal plane.
And find his soul, before it was crushed and he was sent to Hell.
Gabriel opened a portal and crossed through the in-between place.
Deidre took the first step down the path of their future when she told him her secrets. As much as they angered him, Gabriel wasn't going to let anything happen to her, especially in his own domain. No, he'd find his mate. For the first time this week, he realized that he, too, wanted to take the next step.
I've waited my whole life for this. Deidre's words returned to him. He loved her since the beginning. For the first time in their history, they stood a real chance of turning their sordid love story into a pure one. It was going to be hard, maybe even harder than finding his soul in the underworld, but the opportunity was theirs for the taking.
He wasn't about to lose her or the chance to build a life with the woman he'd loved for tens of thousands of years.
I'm actually pretty shocked how much I liked this, mostly because this is where I jumped ship my first time around. It certainly takes an unexpected turn. And I think I'm most surprised about the fact that I'm rooting for both Deidres. I'm too tired and sick to go into it any more than that, but I can't wait to see what happens next.
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 did. 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 going 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 hips. A smile spread across his face. Maybe having the former dirty 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 hallway. Her voice lowered as she faced him. "Gabe, she needs a babysitter."
"What's wrong?"
"She doesn't understand the human world yet."
Gabriel met Cora's eyes. The death-dealer was shaking her head in disbelief. There was something else in her gaze, the knowledge that she'd figured out this Deidre wasn't the same one she was yesterday.
Gods, he had a headache already.
"You want the job?" he asked her.
"I'm not sure I can keep up with her. She tried on every piece of clothing today and took five baths to test the different soaps. She discovered the toaster this afternoon. She used it to warm up her socks. Nearly caused a fire."
Gabriel smiled, entertained as much by the story as he was by Cora's visible exasperation.
"We went to the other side of the country to find her more funnel cakes. It's all she wants to eat."
He listened, thoughts turning darker. Deidre made a deal with the Dark One, one good enough to bring her soul back from the dead, combine the two Deidres, cure the tumor of one and release the final product from Hell. It sounded far too good to be true, especially since Darkyn knew who she was and what he might extort out of Gabriel to have his mate returned.
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"No, Gabriel, I-"
"I'll carry you."
Cora coughed to cover up her laugh. Deidre stared at him as if deciding whether she wanted to be angry or disappointed. Finally, she went. Gabriel trailed her, resisting the urge to wrap her shivering body in his arms.
When they reached her room, he went to her wardrobe.
"You need to change before you get sick," he said.
"I don't get sick."
"Humans do."
She appeared surprised. Water dripped off her into a puddle at her feet. Her attention shifted to her hands, and he stared at her as she focused on moving them. There were moments when he didn't know what the human side of her was thinking. She seemed to have dropped any form of common sense somewhere between Hell and her world.
He shook his head and pulled out a new sweater. Deidre glared at him.
"Different color?" he asked.
"Don't touch my clothes."
Irritated by her tone, he reached in and ran his hand down the line of her sweaters.
"They're mine, Gabriel," she retorted. "You could be nicer. I just helped you protect the souls."
"You did," he said. "I'm impressed."
"You shouldn't be." She crossed to him and pushed the door to her wardrobe closed. "You don't have to trust me, but I really am trying to help you."
"Because you love me." The words were out before he thought to stop them. He wasn't even certain why he said them. She'd claimed as much yesterday.
Deidre didn't respond. She locked the wardrobe, still shivering.
"Am I right?" he asked, bracing an arm on either side of her.
She kept her back to him. "I shouldn't have said it."
"So it's true."
Deidre sighed.
"You said it earlier. I just want to hear it again," he said.
"Why? You already said we're dysfunctional."
"We were dysfunctional. It doesn't mean we have to be this time around."
This caught her attention and she turned. Deidre rested against the wardrobe, arms crossed as she shook from cold but blue eyes riveted to him. He liked trying to get a rise out of her, and he really did want to know where they stood in her mind and whether or not he had to worry about her running off to make more deals with Darkyn.
"How do we become not dysfunctional?" she asked, puzzled. "Especially since I never knew we were?"
"I think it starts with us giving each other a chance."
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"I don't know what else to say, Gabriel. I understand if you hate me. I just don't know what to do to fix things."
Her mate said nothing. Deidre's shoulders sagged. She turned away from him, wanting to be alone. Thinking of taking a dive in the lake and not surfacing again, except that it meant she'd lose her soul. She couldn't change anything that happened or make things right. Where did that leave her?
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"No. I can't be okay. I've hurt so many people."
"Are there any more secrets?"
She sighed and shook her head. "The ones I had weren't enough to drive you away?"
"I told you. No matter what, you're my mate."
Deidre glanced at him. Spending her lifetime with someone who hated her was not what she wanted.
"Now that everything's on the table," he continued. "This is where we rebuild."
Deidre stared at him. His faint smile contained sadness. Of all the the things she'd done, she'd never be able to forgive herself for hurting him.
"How can you say that?" she asked. "You deserve so much better, Gabriel. All I do is cause pain."
"I never stopped loving you either, Deidre. You have no idea how much that makes me hate myself sometimes," he said. "Our path won't be easy, but we didn't spend thousands of years trying to be together not to take the chance we have now."
She searched his face. Even hurting, he was serious about everything he said. She didn't know how he could love her still after all shed done or why he was willing to try to make things work. Had she ever understood how honorable and good he was?
"If you're interested," he added at her silence. "It'll take us some time, but we've got eternity."
She managed a smile despite the tears she tried not to shed. Deidre nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"We'll start slow. You want to have dinner?" he asked'
"Funnel cakes," she whispered.
"Okay," he said.