A Fey New World (The Godhunter #32) - Amy Sumida Page 0,125

my offspring, one of whom was being cradled in the arms of a bride who had gone a little overboard with the whole “something blue” tradition.

Some of my men broke off to mingle with our guests, but Azrael and Odin stayed with me. Along the way, I saw Toby. He was with his family, looking dashing as Zorro, and there was a beautiful brunette beside him in a red, Spanish gown. He looked up and our stares met. Toby lifted a hand and smiled. Something eased inside my chest as I waved back. The worst was over; I had looked my ex in the eye and been just fine. Being consumed by wild magic along with the entire world kind of puts things into perspective.

“Hand over the child,” Death intoned as he swooped in to claim Dominic from Torrent—who was wearing a Victorian suit and a mop of dark hair—then cradled the baby just above his ammo cartridges.

“I suppose you'll be wanting this one back too,” Artemis gently laid Sebastian in my arms.

“I do, thank you.” I took my son eagerly and leaned down to breathe in his vanilla orchid scent.

The babies were both swaddled in thick blankets that doubled their size. Holly had advised us to keep their wings wrapped tightly for the first month so they wouldn't hurt themselves. They looked almost human in their baby blankets, but then Sebastian opened his eyes and stared at me. Those striking green irises flashed once, briefly, but it was enough to remind me that my sons were not human, not even a little. They were little faerie gods, conceived in wild magic and born on the day their father learned to conquer the magic to save them. What lucky little boys, to have a father who loved them enough to lay Heaven, Hell, Earth, and Faerie at their feet. And what a lucky woman I was to have them all.

The Earth might be changed forever by what we did, but I had faith in it and its people. They would recover. They would rebuild and become greater than ever. It was a fey new world and, for both faeries and humans, the possibilities were endless.

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God Mode

Chapter One

“Sebastian, you get down here this instant!” I pointed at the naked baby faerie-angel who was currently flying circles around his nursery ceiling. “I'm gonna clip your wings!”

Sebastian giggled and tumbled. I shot forward beneath him, arms out to catch him, but he righted himself and shot upward again. His brother—more angel than faerie—gurgled happily on his back, using his wings as a cushion to prop himself up so he could watch Sebastian zipping about like a frantic sparrow who had accidentally flown in someone's house. Sebastian dived bombed his brother but his coordination wasn't the best yet, he'd only been flying for a week, and he crashed into the changing table, bouncing on the thick mattress before rolling to a stop against the railing that I had put around the table for that precise reason. This wasn't my first flying baby rodeo.

It was, however, the first time my flying babies had flown so quickly. The twins—my second set of boy twins who could fly (what are the chances?)—were only a few months old but they'd been growing rapidly. All of my children so far had grown faster than human children do. The rate of their growth depended on their magic. Those with shifter genes tended to mature at the rate of the animal they could shift into... to a point. They had all slowed down to a normal growth rate once they reached a certain age; the average was six.

Sebastian and Dominic were not shapeshifters exactly. They could shapeshift in as much as calling their wings into and out of existence but they couldn't take the shape of an animal—as far as I knew. Since they were conceived when their father was consumed with wild faerie magic and ended up being half-faerie, anything was possible. That seemed to include rapid flight. My sons shouldn't even be crawling yet but they were crawling and flying. And I was starting to think that Fate had it out for me.

Sebastian started to bawl.

“That's what you get!” I chided him as I checked him and Dominic for injuries.

They were fine, of course. They could have probably fallen several feet and recovered. But no mother wants her children to suffer, no matter how