"You're not a slave, Zarek, and I don't care what they say. Do you?"
He snorted at that. "Not at all."
She held the ambrosia up to his lips.
Zarek gave her a quick kiss, then ate the ambrosia and drank her nectar. He expected it to hurt or burn, but it went down just like the cotton candy she once gave him. The sweet, sugary taste dissolved instantly in his mouth.
"Is that it?" he asked suspiciously.
She nodded. "That's it. What? Were you expecting fireworks or something?"
"No, I only expect those when I make love to you."
"Aww," she breathed, rubbing her nose against his. "I love it when you talk nice to me."
Zarek kissed her hand, then started laughing as he thought over everything that had happened since he met her.
"What's so funny?" Astrid asked.
"I'm just thinking, here I am a slave who touched a star who then made him a demigod. I have to be the luckiest bastard who ever lived."
Her blue eyes burned into his. "Yes, you are, Prince Charming, and don't you ever forget it."
"Believe me, princess. I won't."