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" Who said you could go to the museum?" Adrian asked.

Damian sighed a sigh of such martyrdom that only a ten-year-old could produce it. "Nell."

"Thank you. We'll be out in ten minutes. I suggest you comb your hair and change into clean clothing," Adrian said.

I carefully shoved Ginger's head back under the bed. Adrian's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back until I rested on his chest. "I am not sad that you returned the mummies to their inanimate state, Hasi, but I must admit that it was more convenient when Damian could look at them without requiring us to escort him to the museum."

"Uh…" I said, gnawing on my lip, wondering how I was going to tell him that in the confused two days that followed the charming of his curse—my recovery from going one-on-one with Asmodeus taking most of that time—I might have given him the impression that I had actually performed a curse returning the mummies to their previous state, rather than just thinking about it, which was as far as I'd gone what with the whole joyous reunion with Adrian after finding out I hadn't really died.

Adrian's arms tightened around me. "Do not worry about Damian, Hasi. He will come to love you as much as I do. It will just take time for him to adapt to the change in our circumstances."

I smiled into his chest, kissing a pert little nipple that taunted me. "Yeah? Well, until then, I have four words for you."

His breath sucked in as my teeth grazed the tender morsel of nippleness, his hands sweeping down my back to wrap around my behind. "And those words are?"

"Dark One boarding school."

His laughter filled my heart, filled my soul, filled the night with more happiness than the world could contain.