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“It will,” he assured, his sexy boldness loosening everything inside her better than a shot of whisky. “You will want for nothing. Nor will your children.”
Her children. She wondered something while picking at the pink square patch on her blanket. “Would you ever...possibly want children of your own?”
“If my greatest Desire and eternal Obsession should want a child, and I’m able to give her this, then she will get as many as she cares to have.”
Her smile grew so big it hurt her face. His greatest desire? Eternalobsession?“Alright.” She fanned her face. “Feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she whispered.
“I want to discuss our intimacy,” he said.
“Okay,” she said, swallowing the excitement that brought.
“At no time in the day or night, or even when you sleep, will our sexual life cease to exist. No matter where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with and why, you aremy slavein this. And I will never release you from this prison even after there is no breath in me. This means if I should die before you, then you will live out your remaining days being mine. This is what eternal obsession is. This is my marriage vow to you. And you will give your marriage vow when I ask for it. But before any of this becomes official, I will speak to your parents, that they thoroughly understand the nature of our agreements and then I will do the same with your children and any other individual you wish to inform. But first...I require your irrevocable consent regarding all that I have said. And I will require it again in writing. Not because I do not trust you but because it will be a legal requirement with the Kings.”
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KAPHAS PACED IN HIScell. His first growth would be exactly twenty-four hours after waking but there was no way for him to know the current time or the exact time he’d been born. He also wasn’t sure what would happen or how it would happen or which memories he’d be gaining. The program would decide that like it did his genetics.
He’d been most excited to see what sort of person he’d become, what he would look like in human form. His brothers were all strong anddashingand he had a part of all of them, even Quantum now!
His anger returned at remembering their treatment of him. What good was being the best soldier or brother if they all hated him?
He sat himself on the floor next to the door, back to wondering about this first growth. Would it hurt? He didn’t feel any fear. He had only a few memories and he figured they were the only ones he needed for this phase.
Again, he thought about hisbrothers.Technically, he was more like their offspring. And while he remembered Butterfly, he didn't remember anything other than who she was to them. But he did remember Celeste. She’d been the only one nice to him when he had no body. Why had he kept his memory of Celeste? Maybe when he met her, he’d remember why.
The sound of the outer door shot him to his feet. All his brothers entering together brought his Kevlar coating to the surface of his skin. What were they doing?
“You’re first growth will take place in thirty minutes,” Kult said at the glass.
Thirty minutes. He eyed the rest of his brothers, wishing he could trust them. “And what does that have to do with the lot of you?”
“We don’t know what it will entail,” Quantum said.
“We’re here to assist,” Atlas said.
He eyed him. “Assist what?”
“You,” Kult said. “In this growth.”
He wasn’t understanding. “I don’t need assistance. The program will do all of it.”
“Not that kind of assist,” Sync said. “Emotional support.”
His gaze snapped to Sync, and he laughed. “You shiting me,” he said, pointing at all of them. “You lot's here to support me feelings?”
“Yeah,” Kult said, surprising him.
He spread his arms. “Free country, mate. Bring that big shoulder in here for me to cry on, yeah?”
“We want you in a room,” Quantum said. “Where we can monitor your vitals and everything else happening. If we know what occurs in this growth sequence, we’ll know what to expect in the next.”
He crossed his arms, angling a look at him. “You want to put me on a table—strapped down I take it—so you can help me. And not kill me.”
“Nobody is killing you,” Kult guaranteed.
He remembered he could detect lies thanks to his step sibling, Fathom. He stared into his brother’s gaze for many seconds. “I sense no lies,” he mused, impressed.
“Surprised you had to read me to know that.”
