Hear No Evil
Amy Sumida
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
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Grammar Giggles
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Marked by Death
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A Taste for Blood
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Tracing Thunder
Light as a Feather
Rain or Monkeyshine
Blood Bound
Eye of Re
My Soul to Take
As the Crow Flies
Cry Werewolf
Pride Before a Fall
Monsoons and Monsters
Blessed Death
In the Nyx of Time
Let Sleeping Demons Lie
The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf
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A Darker Element
Out of the Blue
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Pixie-Led
Raven-Mocking
Here there be Dragons
Witchbane
Elf-Shot
Fairy Rings and Dragon Kings
Black-Market Magic
Etched in Stone
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The Last Lullaby
A Symphony of Sirens
A Harmony of Hearts
Primeval Prelude
A Ballad of Blood
A Deadly Duet
Macabre Melody
Aria of the Gods
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A Gray Area
A Compression of Colors
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Wild Wonderland
Pan's Promise
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Chapter One
“I could get used to this,” I murmured as I languished in Arach's arms.
Arach, my Dragon-Sidhe husband, had returned to the God Realm with me and our twin sons after Brevyn, one of those sons, had shown us a vision of the future. In that future, Asgard had been burned to the ground by a war among the Gods. This wasn't the war that currently raged over humans and their coveted sacrifices, this was a war over magic and power. The God Squad and I had a theory that the Gods were evolving and that evolution allowed them to kill each other easier. In the past, it took a great amount of will and rage for one god to be able to kill another. Something about the magic all stemming from the same source—humans—and it being adverse to hurting itself. It was why the Froekn—who, as werewolves, are demigods—made such a good living as assassins for the Gods. And it was also why I scared the Gods; I could kill them without magic hindering or hurting me.
Regardless of whether the Gods were evolving or not, in Brevyn's vision, a goddess had taught the Gods how to kill each other and take each other's magic in the process. That knowledge had turned gods into rabid mercenaries and torn apart the God Realm. I was 99.9% certain that the goddess behind it all is Disani. That's Disani, the Goddess of the Kafir, not Dasani, the bottled water company. Although, I loved that joke.
Disani is part of a trio of Gods who I'd once fought in a false future. After I fixed that particular future, I had contemplated killing Disani and her cohorts; Gish and Qaus. But at my wedding, a drunken prophet named Silenus had warned me against it. Coincidentally, it was yet another prophecy that sent those three Gods after me in this new, corrected timeline; a prophecy given before I'd changed the future. Their prophecy foretold their deaths and it had been accurate at the time. Unfortunately, Disani, Gish, and Qaus didn't get the memo that I'd changed everything. I know; it's a lot to wrap your mind around. Basically, they had gone after me to stop me from killing them when I'd already decided not to kill them.
But Silenus' prophecy did right by me nonetheless. I had been trapped in a mirror-protected territory by Narcissus, and Qaus, with his rainbow magic, had been the only god
who could get past Narcissus' mirror-ward. Not only did Qaus rescue me, but he also killed Narcissus before the egotistical bastard could rape me; in a really twisted way, I might add. Qaus said that rescuing me had made us even, not friends. So, I was left wondering if he was still working with Disani. I hoped not. I hated it when I had to kill someone who had done me a good turn; even if that good turn had been to make up for a bad one (Qaus was the reason Narcissus had me, in the first place).
Anyway, Brevyn's prophecy foretold a war, and I had promised Arach that he could join any war that happened in the God Realm. This particular war—one that would hopefully prevent an apocalypse—was one that Arach especially had no intention of missing. He was intent on staying beside me through the whole thing.
So, Arach and our sons had returned to Pride Palace with me to live there with the god-half of my family until the war was either averted or won. I'd kind of been keeping my dragon husband in the dark about a lot of things, and I didn't blame him for wanting to be a part of this. Awhile back, all of my husbands and I—I have six husbands and one boyfriend; don't be a hater—decided that Arach needed to become a part of my whole life, not just my life in Faerie. But then the twins had been born, and Arach's visits to the God Realm had petered out as we focused more on our sons and less on our previous intentions for integration. But Brevyn's latest prophecy had changed things, and we decided that we all needed to be together to face this new threat as a family. So Arach had come to the God Real with our sons, and we provided them with a suite just below my master suite on the top floor of Pride Palace.
Currently, our boys were outside the palace, playing with their sister, Lesya, and Sam and Fallon's daughter, Zariel. That left Daddy alone with Mommy in that suite I mentioned. And Mommy had made good use of the opportunity; several times, in fact. Dragons can be a little insatiable, and both Arach and I are Dragon-Sidhe. I just have a little more than faerie magic in my blood.
“Get used to what?” Arach asked with a soft look my way.
I was lying across his chest, face angled up so I could peer into his bright, yellow, slit-pupil eyes. You wouldn't think yellow would be a good color for eyes, but on a primal, savagely elegant, faerie king it was. Depending on his mood, Arach's eyes could be a shade anywhere from soft dandelion to deadly acid. At the moment, they were still a pale citrine heat—the color you find in the heart of a flame—but they were cooling to dandelion as I watched. The crimson scales outlining his face were also fading back into his skin now that our passions had been satisfied, leaving only a few of them at his temples. His blood-red hair draped across the pillow in wide swaths, and I pushed a lock of it away from the sharp angles of his face before I lifted myself for a kiss.
“Get used to having you here,” I finally answered. “With nothing for you to do but relax and occasionally make love to your wife.”
“Occasionally?” Arach lifted a cinnabar brow. “It had better be more than occasionally after I left our kingdom in the hands of our Duchess and High Prince just to be here and protect you.”
“Help me, not just protect me,” I corrected him.
“Protect you,” Arach said more firmly as his hand lowered to my rounded belly, “and another man's child. I should get extra sex for that.”
“Trevor allowed you to become a father before him,” I reminded Arach, “even though he's my alpha. Technically, you owe him.”
Arach made a face; he hated being reminded that my alpha lover wasn't him, much less that he owed Trevor for the birth of our sons.
“When shall it be my turn again?” Arach asked evasively. “We still need to have Samara. I am anxious to meet our daughter, who was so brave that she risked her very existence to save us all.”
“We will have our brave, heroic daughter after her uncles have had their children,” I said patiently.
Sometimes it felt as if they were all children; my husbands and my offspring alike. And yet, my husbands kept hounding me to have more.
“As you like.” Arach sighed.
“But we can still practice.” My hand trailed down between his legs and then my mouth followed.
“Now, here is something I like,” Arach rumbled. “Very much.”
Arach's fingers slid through my hair and pushed it out of my face so he could watch me. I smiled around his flesh and then drew it out to lazily lick the tip. Arach didn't rush me or express any impatience at all. In fact, he crossed an arm behind his head and laid back to enjoy the show. I loved that—how Arach had complete confidence in me to satiate him without direction or effort on his part—and I intended to take my time giving him one of the best shows he'd ever had. But then a strident knocking came on our bedroom door, and Arach groaned.
We were in the master bedroom, inside the suite I had provided for Arach and my sons so whoever was knocking had to have come through the main door and crossed the living room to reach us. Which meant it was someone who felt comfortable with invading my dragon husband's personal space. Which also meant it had to be either one of our sons or possibly one of my husbands.
“Mommy, can Brevyn and Rian go camping with Zariel, Uncle Fallon, Aunty Sam, and me? We're just going by the lake.”
Okay, so there was one other possibility; my werelion daughter.
I looked up at Arach and lifted a brow.
He nodded urgently. “Give her whatever you have to; just make her go away.”
I chuckled before I called back, “Yes; have fun, honey.”
“Thank you, Mommy!” The sound of Lesya's little feet pounded rapidly away.
“You know; the boys put her up to that,” I said to Arach. “You're less inclined to deny Lesya than them. They haven't even been here twenty-four hours, and they've already learned that.”
“She's just so...” Arach shook his head. “She has these big blue eyes, and she just blinks them, and—” Arach groaned when I returned to my ministrations. “Let's not talk about Lesya right now.”
Arach shifted so that we were on our sides facing each other. He grabbed my hips and pulled them forward, setting my top leg over his shoulder as he laid his cheek on my bottom, inner thigh. Then he proceeded to lick me just as lazily as I was licking him. With my belly between us, it made it feel even more naughty.
I knew that it would be hours before we'd had enough of each other, and that was just fine with me. The God Squad meeting about Disani and Gish had been postponed to later that afternoon and now, our sons and my daughter wouldn't be returning to the palace until the next morning.
Oh, yes; I could definitely get used to this.
Chapter Two
Arach and I had finally quenched our raging, dragon heat and were just stepping into the hallway when my water broke.
Both of us stared down at the puddle between my feet in horror. It took me a second to realize that I hadn't just peed myself. This was my third pregnancy, but my first one had been a wild, chaotic mess and my second hadn't led to a normal delivery. Lesya had to be removed early to finish growing inside an artificial god womb. So, this would be my first time delivering a child without trauma hindering me or fairy magic helping me.
“Did you just...” Arach trailed off, too chivalrous to even say it.
“No; I think my water broke,” I whispered.
“Your water?” He frowned.
“I'm about to give birth!” I nearly shouted.
“What?!” Arach gaped at me.
“Trevor!” I screamed as Arach swept me up into his arms and started for the stairs. “Trevor, I'm having your baby! Right now!”
Arach made a huffing, amazed laugh as he ran up to my suite. The sound of shouting men and running feet echoed up after us.
“Don't put me in the bed!” I screamed at Arach as horrible, literally-gut-wrenching pain cut through my belly. Then I just screamed wordlessly.
“Where should I put you?!” Arach shouted back.
“On the floor,” I groaned. “I don't want the bed soaked in baby goo.”
“Baby go
o?” Arach made a disgusted face.
Arach had been right beside me when I'd given birth to Rian and Brevyn, but he'd never seen any of the nasty stuff; that was all handled efficiently by the Leanan-Sidhe who delivered my twins.
“Give her to me!” Trevor snarled as he came sprinting into the room.
“Gladly,” Arach grumbled as he eased me into Trevor's arms. “I have no desire to get baby goo on my person.”
My other husbands; Kirill, Azrael, Odin, and Re entered the room behind Trevor, along with my boyfriend Toby. Not only was Arach staying at Pride Palace until this latest threat was over, but so were Re and Toby, who normally didn't live there.
“I texted Hygeia and Teharon.” Odin's peacock eyes settled on a steady purple shade. “I figured it wouldn't hurt to have both of them here.”
“It does hurt!” I roared as my belly clenched. “In fact, it fucking hurts! What the fuck? I was promised a painless delivery! Somebody had better fucking take this pain away, right fucking now!”
My arms went around my belly when it started moving as if there were an alien inside it, trying to burst free. Which I guess there kinda was. Let's just hope Vero took the normal path through the birth canal and didn't try to blast his way out of my chest.
“What do I do?!” Trevor yelled; his honey eyes as wild as his dark curls.
“Calm down,” Kirill growled as he went into the bathroom; his thick raven braid swinging over the tight curve of his ass.