Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (9 page)

“Yeah. I fucked up,” Kry panics.

I smirk deviously, and he starts edging backwards as new hands slide across my hips.

“I think I’ll take it from here,” Hale seduces into in my ear, and I turn to twitch my finger at him.

Devin’s eyes are smoldering from across the room, and a wolfish half grin edges up as I taunt all

the men who can’t have me. Ther pops his neck and attempts to withstand the seductive dance while

keeping a safe distance to dance with me.

He shakes his head with a blushing hue when his eyes swirl their yellow prisms. He backs away

defeated, and Deacon smirks a devilish grin as he steps up to try his hand.

One flash of my green eyes, and he goes running back to Camara.

I smirk at Hale as I return, and he grins big until it suddenly turns into a frown. Devin’s arms are

turning me around, and his body is so close it burns. My green eyes dare him to do as he wishes, but

he just carries his devilish grin instead of me.

“You have turned into quite the seductress,” he plays. “Perhaps I should get you out of here

before we cause a scene.”

“Could I have a dance with my daughter?” he chirps.

Then ice water douses our fire when I hear my dad’s voice.

Devin winks at me, and my eyes drop back to blue. I turn to face my dad, and he’s smiling as

though he’s trying to keep from crying.

“Of course, Daddy,” I murmur with my daughterly tone, and with that, my seductive high is

completely gone.

He pulls me into his arms, and Devin walks over to pull my very eager mother to the floor. I

snicker as she giggles foolishly, and Devin stifles a laugh of his own.

She’s so embarrassing around him.

“Your mother really likes your husband,” Dad snickers out.

I smile too big, and I try to pop my jaw back into place before saying, “I think everyone really

likes him.”

Dad just laughs while nodding.

“I was worried your brother was going to try and take your place at the altar. He has done nothing

but sing Devin praises all day.”

I laugh harder, and I curl into the warm embrace my dad always gives me.

The song ends, and I motion to Persia with my head. Devin understands my silent request, and he

goes to pull Persia up for the next dance.

She smiles with tears staining her eyes at the kind notion, and I walk over to Kahl.

He looks up a little stunned by my hovering presence, and I lean over to whisper in his ear.

“Would you like to share a dance with your daughter as well?”

Tears crowd his eyes, and I see him swallowing the choking emotion he wasn’t expecting to have

to deal with. He offers me a nod when his words betray him, and he stands to take my hand.

Devin smiles as I rest my head oh Kahl’s chest, and I listen to his breaths trying to fight the storm

of tears begging to fall. My other dad is wiping his eyes after his dance, both of them proving real

men do cry.

As soon as the song ends, Kahl offers me an appreciative hug while kissing the top of my head,

and then Phillip takes over as Theia rushes over to share a dance with her son.

I smile as my father-in-law twirls me around, and I see Theia wiping her tears. My husband is

amazing, and now we’ve fully loaded everyone down with emotion.

Devin walks over to steal me away, and his lips close over mine while the song promises love and

eternity. His thumb grazes my lips, and I smirk as his eyes swirl.

He hands me a drink, and I sip it softly -
thankfully
. It’s strong enough to offer me a chance of

getting drunk.

“What’s this?” I cough out.

“Deacon’s secret recipe,” Devin laughs.

“It’ll put some hair on your chest, love,” Deacon chuckles.

“Wow. It’s almost too strong for me,” I laugh. “Please tell me the mortals aren’t drinking this.”

“Hell no. One sip would be enough to get them drunk. That’s strictly our stash,” he assures.

Clara walks up to hug me, and then she picks up a questionable appetizer.

“This place is amazing,” she murmurs in her awed tone, and then she pops the curious looking

thing in her mouth.

Her face turns up in disgust as she tastes the loathsome green puttied thing, and she spits it out

into a napkin with a swift, unladylike motion.

“Oh gross. That was disgusting. What was that?” she gripes.

“I don’t know. Persia handled the catering,” I giggle out.

She grabs my drink from my hand, and I’m too late in my attempt to object as she takes in a

mouthful of the burning concoction

Oh crap!

She instantly spews the drink all over the floor, and I burst out laughing at her pitifully disastrous

moment.

“Oh good grief! That’s like straight gasoline,” she gasps in horrific surprise. “How are you

drinking that?”

I laugh even louder, and Devin roars out his laughter as well while handing her a less destructive

beverage.

“What’s this?” she asks suspiciously.

“It’s just a glass of wine,” he promises while still chuckling ridiculously hard.

She almost devours the glass to rid her mouth of the overwhelming load of foul tastes, and then

she shakes her head.

“I still don’t know how you’re drinking that,” she grumbles.

Deacon laughs hard as she starts to slur almost right away, and she staggers a little. What small

amount made it down her throat has pushed her into a drunken tizzy.

I giggle at her instant inebriation, and Henry rushes over to steady her.

“I didn’t realize she had drunk so much,” he chuckles out.

“It doesn’t take much sometimes,” I snicker misleadingly.

“Let’s get out of here,” Devin whispers as he kisses my cheek.

“I’m good with that,” I whisper back, and his lips call to mine briefly before he scoops me up.

“You’re not leaving are you?” Mom asks pitifully.

“Yeah. I’m ready to get to Greece,” I giddily reply.

“I don’t blame you,” she murmurs with tears. “You two be careful,” she says while hugging us

both at once.

Devin is still holding me as she withdraws, and he smirks as he answers her worried caution.

“I’ll take care of her.”

She has no idea how true that is.

Chapter 4

Churning Tides

“You want some coffee?” Devin asks with a chipper touch.

“Please,” I say softly while strutting into the kitchen in my bikini.

“Well, good morning,” he chuckles out.

I smile as I hop up on the bar, and he shakes his head at my daring eyes while I poise myself with

seductive posture.

“I believe we’ve already enjoyed an incredibly long and sensational morning wakeup call. I’m

starting to think you’re insatiable,” he teases.

“I’m just getting ready to go for a swim,” I lie while feigning innocence.

“Sure you are,” he smolders while leaning over to kiss me.

My legs wrap around his waist, and I huff when his phone starts buzzing on the counter. He

smirks at my disgruntled reaction, and then walks over to answer the hindrance.

“What’s up?”

“Yo. Your mom told me to let you know we’ll be there in two days. She said you guys wanted to

stay another week, but the priestess only has a small window available. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great. Adisia really loves Greece, and we might just stay even longer than another

week. Who knows?” Devin says with a warm smile.

I giggle a little, and then I hop down to pour me a cup of coffee while Kry continues his

conversation with Devin.

“Well, we might be moving out there too then. Theia has been worried about the two of you being

so far away without anyone close by for protection,” he exasperates.

“We haven’t had the first ruffle in our month long vacation. It’s as if no one is brave enough to

mess with the girl who took down Safina on her own,” Devin says with an admiring tone.

“Well, let’s hope no one catches wind of her blocking the power that enabled her to do so. It’s not

like we can unblock it if the shit hits the fan.”

“We’ll worry about that if we ever have to. We’ll see you in a couple of days,” Devin mutters

while putting his phone back down.

“Now where were we?” he seduces while covering my lips once more.

I giggle as I wrap my legs back around his waist, and then a knock at the door douses our moment

once more. He laughs at my frustrated glare as he walks over to answer the unwelcome guest.

“What’s going on?” Deacon chuckles as he walks in holding Camara’s hand.

“What are you doing here?” Devin asks curiously.

I almost pout when I see them, and now I know we’re not going to get to finish what we started.

“We came to have a little fun in the sun before the others get here. This time of year is the best

because the mortals aren’t crowding the beaches,” he pops out.

“I tried telling him this was still your honeymoon,” Camara interjects while throwing her hands

up innocently.

“Technically, this is the extended honeymoon,” Deacon corrects. “I wouldn’t have shown up on

the actual honeymoon,” he scoffs while mocking insult.

Devin just chuckles, and Deacon strips off his shorts to reveal his swimming trunks. I laugh a

little at his eager-to-play attitude.

“I swear he’s incorrigible,” Camara exasperates while massaging her temple.

“Well the beach is just down there,” Devin points to the wall of sliding glass doors that reveal the

royal blue phenomenon just outside.

The white beach offers a crisp contrast to the perfect ocean hue, and the sky’s matching tint

makes it seem as though the two are melded together. Devin walks over to pull my hand in his, and

Camara flashes into a room to change.

“You two going for a dip?” Deacon chirps.

“No. We’re going to run into town to do some shopping,” Devin announces, and I almost pout.

“Doesn’t look like your girl wants to do that,” Deacon observes.

“I was thinking we could have a mellow day,” I add.

Devin smiles as he pulls me close to kiss me, and then he pulls back just slightly to speak so

soothingly.

“I want to buy you some stuff. It’s a beautiful day, and we can go swimming later. I’ve barely

spent any money since we’ve been here, and there’s so much we haven’t seen,” he persuades.

I smile at his successful attempt to lure me away from the beach, and I walk into the bedroom to

change. I smirk as I opt for a very thin, low, white pair of beach pants that offer a peek at the orange

bottoms I have on.

I keep on the bathing suit top as well and grab a see-through black top that stops just under my

bust.

My devilish grin spreads when I walk back out to the unhinged jaw of my husband.

“Where did that outfit come from?” he gasps.

“My luggage,” I tease.

“Wow. How have I not seen that?” he mutters as he stalks toward me.

“Because I’ve rarely worn any of the clothes I brought,” I seduce.

“Bloody hell,” Deacon grumbles, and I look over to see him shifting uncomfortably from side to

side.

Devin lets a laugh escape, and then he kisses me softly so as not to be sucked in to the web I’ve

woven.

“Let’s go,” he prompts.

I huff at my failed attempt to seduce him thoroughly, and he pulls me out the door. The city

streets are just a few miles away, and it’s deserted out on this section of the beach.

We flash up to the marketplace and look around to make sure no one noticed our hasty entrance.

He smiles as he picks up some gaudy costume jewelry at the first merchant stand we stop at, and I

smile at what seems like a distasteful offering.

“I like it,” I giggle out.

“Really?” he muses.

“Really,” I respond with sincerity.

He shakes his head as he purchases the plastic jewelry, and he hands me my prize once he’s done.

“I have more money than I can ever spend, and I have a wife who likes cheap jewelry more than

diamonds. Go figure,” he chuckles.

I just laugh at his candor, and a woman’s stand catches my attention. There’s a beautiful sarong

hanging from the top, and I walk over to feel the odd fabric. The green color almost exactly matches

my eyes when Aphrodite flares.

“You want that?” Devin smolders, his grin spreading. “It reminds me of something.”

“Me too. That’s why I came over here,” I murmur with distraction.

“We’ll take that one,” he says to the dark haired lady.

She smiles as she hands him his change, and he walks over to pull it down from the overhang.

Her gypsy appearance is making the stand seem all the more authentic, and I’m in awe at the treasures

that surround it.

“Look around. It seems like you like this one,” he urges. “I’m going to look at their grocery

selection.”

“Okay,” I murmur, and he gives me a quick kiss.

I pull up several different pendants, and one has the mark of the dove like my bracelet from Kahl.

I giggle a little as I see one necklace with Aphrodite’s name etched into it, and there’s another with

Poseidon.

“I’ll take these,” I say softly, and my eyes flash over to Devin as he loads up a bag full of fruits.

“Thank you, child,” her raspy voice offers.

Her eyes connect with mine, and I see something disturbing her.

“Be careful of him,” she warns.

“Excuse me?” I startle out.