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let me sleep in a lean-to connected to her shack.   She fed her children first and me last.   I ran away to sneak into the USA when I was sixteen.”
    She fluttered her eyelids.   “Wait, so, you’re Mexican?   You barely have an accent.”
    “My accent is what was made over seven hundred and eighty-two lifetimes.   I’m not the mortal named Miguel.   I accepted my godhood.”
    She nodded.   “I hope this doesn’t sound offensive, but most Mexicans I know are shorter and less built than you.”
    He turned up his hands.   “This is the body of Votan.   I was remade when I shirked my human side.   It’s just another set of memories now.   Bad ones.”
    Michelle scratched at a cuticle.   “How could you do it?   I mean…I just put a paw in the stream and I feel like I’m going to explode.   I can’t dive all the way in for more than a few seconds.   It’s terrifying.”
    “Hmm.”   He stared at her, and then let his gaze trail off.
    This ended the conversation.   She presumed it was because it hurt for him to talk about it.  
    Dinner arrived.   Michelle had expected Styrofoam containers in paper bags.   Her only experience with food delivery was Chinese take-out and pizza.   Instead a man dressed like a fancy butler rolled in a tiered cart with silver domed platters.   The oysters were embedded in crushed ice with half lemons covered in tied-off cheese cloth.   The duck had slivers of rind on it and peeled orange segments arranged neatly around it.   The baklava seemed to be a pie made out of edible paper.   Michelle withheld her awe for when the man left.   She saw Votan tip him with a ten dollar bill.
    “Holy crap.   Look at all this.”
    Votan smiled with one side of his mouth.   It was a familiar smile to her.   She knew he made it whenever he was enchanted by her.
    “I like being able to amaze you.   It’s such a brief period—when you can still be impressed.   You become so adorable.”
    Sometimes you can be charming, too.   She wouldn’t have protested if he pushed the food aside for another bought of lovemaking.   That was one area where she had no complaints about him.     
    Of course he was right.   She adored this food.   The oysters looked daunting, but he showed her how to add horse radish, lemon, and salt, and after the first one she was in heaven.   The duck’s skin was crispy deliciousness.   The baklava was dripping with honey, and each papery sheet of delicate phyllo yielded itself to the cut of her teeth.
    She reclined back on the bed with a hand on her belly.   “Oh my God that was so good.”
    Votan crept beside her.   His thick arm coiled around her back.
    “You see, my love.   I know you.   We’re one spirit.   We quarrel sometimes.   We push each other away now and again.   But we always come back to each other.   Our union is meant to be.   No matter what happens between us, we’ll always love each other.”
    Michelle nestled into the crook of his shoulder.   She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.   “I believe it.   You’re a big domineering jerk—but I think I can put up with you.”
    He caressed the side of her face, lighting up tingles.   “Sometimes you like to be dominated.”
    “Oh.”   There was a sensual pang deep within her sex.
    “Do you still want to unbind our spirits?”
    She shook her head.   “But it means you have to accept sharing me with Maximon.”
    His lip curl in revulsion.   “It’s bad enough being cast aside while knowing you had bonded to him.   Now you not only expect me to tolerate it—but to participate.”
    “You were tolerant before?”   There was a dubious edge to her voice.
    “Tolerant because I knew you’d marked yourself on his spirit.   I couldn’t murder him knowing he had no choice but to bond to you.”   He swallowed and gave a pained grunt.   “Maybe, also, I understood why you picked him over me a few times.   I may have had it coming the first time.  

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