Let Sleeping Demons Lie Amy Sumida Copyright © 2018 Amy Sumida All rights reserved. ISBN: 9781790406586 Legal Notice This book is copyright protected. It is only for personal use. You cannot amend, distribute, sell, use, quote, or paraphrase any part of the content within this book without the consent of the author or copyright owner. Legal action will be pursued if this is breached. More Books by Amy Sumida The Godhunter Series(in order) Godhunter Of Gods and Wolves Oathbreaker Marked by Death Green Tea and Black Death A Taste for Blood The Tainted Web Series Split: These books can be read together or separately Harvest of the Gods & A Fey Harvest Into the Void & Out of the Darkness Perchance to Die 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) Beyond the Godhunter A Darker Element Out of the Blue The Twilight Court Series Fairy-Struck Pixie-Led Raven-Mocking Here there be Dragons Witchbane Elf-Shot Fairy Rings and Dragon Kings Black-Market Magic Etched in Stone —Completed Series— The Spellsinger Series The Last Lullaby A Symphony of Sirens A Harmony of Hearts Primeval Prelude A Ballad of Blood A Deadly Duet The Spectra Series Spectra: A Cynical Superhero Fairy Tales Happily Harem After Vol ! Including: The Four Clever Brothers Wild Wonderland Pan's Promise Beauty and the Beasts The Little Glass Slipper Other Books The Magic of Fabric Feeding the Lwas: A Vodou Cookbook There's a Goddess Too The Vampire-Werewolf Complex Enchantress Sign up for Amy's Newsletter and get a free gift: http://google.us11.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=398603e0fc6b3876340e37356&id=3abd32edce And dive further into the worlds of the Godhunter, Twilight Court, and Spellsinger, at Amy's website: AmySumida.com Pronunciation Guide at the back of the book. Chapter One It had been a few months since time had gotten screwed up by the Greek God, Aion. Chronos had put everything back to normal, but the memories of those altered timelines had been tenacious and were starting to haunt me. One, in particular, was causing me a bit of anxiety. Correction: Odin and me. “I think we should try to get pregnant,” Odin said. I appreciated the whole partner-solidarity thing where men claim the pregnancy along with their women—very commendable—but it didn't sit right with me. Yes; I understood that Odin was trying to take responsibility for his part in making our baby, but he wasn't the one who'd be carrying that child in his body. Or pushing it out of a tiny hole. “You mean; you should try to get me pregnant,” I corrected him. Odin grimaced. “Vervain, we lost a child to that other time. Don't you want to get our baby back?” “I do, and we will,” I said gently, “when the time is right. That was the wrong timeline, which means that this isn't the time for our child to be born That's why we are here and not there.” “How can you be sure this isn't the right time for it?” Odin asked. “It was our present.” “I'm sure because I'm married to more than you in this—our true present,” I said. “And Trevor would throw a werewolf temper tantrum if I had a child with you before I did with him.” “Because you and Kirill skipped ahead with Lesya,” Odin huffed. “Yes,” I confirmed. “I'm sorry, but with multiple husbands, I have to make sure that I treat everyone fairly, and having your baby right now just wouldn't be fair. We already have a son, Odin—two, if you count Vali. Please, just be patient.” “All right,” he gave in. “I understand, and I was fine with waiting; it's just these memories.” He rubbed absently at his chest. “They hurt my heart, Vervain.” “Let's enjoy each child in their proper time,” I said softly. “There will be lots of love in this home.” “You're right.” His expression lightened as he smiled. “We're very lucky.” “Vervain! Where's Azrael? I expected him to be here!” Lucifer Morningstar declared as he burst into the dining hall where Odin and I were sitting before the fire; trying to have a private conversation. I don't know why I bothered with trying to find privacy anymore. Between motherhood, five husbands, and two boyfriends—one a fiance—there weren't a lot of private moments to be had. Not outside of the bathroom at least. Hmm... the bathroom; that might be a good option. It certainly was big enough. “And then the Devil walked in,” Odin muttered; obviously as annoyed about our privacy issues as I was. “He's upstairs,” I said as I stood. “Why? What's wrong?” “Someone is killing my demons!” Luke cried. “What?!” I ran over to him. “How? Why?” “I don't know!” Luke wailed. “Dad?” Azrael came rushing into the room. “I could feel your anxiety as soon as you arrived; what's happened?” “Alan and Mark are dead,” Luke said as he hugged his son. “No,” Azrael whispered. “How?” “I don't know,” Luke said again. “I don't understand it. They were possessing a human, and I was looking after their bodies as usual, but then they started to convulse.” “Convulse?” Odin asked as he joined us. “Like they were having a seizure.” Luke nodded. “And then their demon forms disappeared, and they shifted back to their human appearances.” “This happened to both of them at once?” Azrael asked. “No; one at a time,” Luke said. “First Alan went, and while I was trying to figure out what was happening to him, Mark began to shake. I summoned the others home at once, but you know I can't just stop the possessions.” Demonic possession served several functions. First, it was expected—by humans, I mean. Second, it kept the myth of Satan alive while other gods faded into the pages of dusty history books. Luke had stayed right at the forefront of human
