Her husband frowned down at her. “You are not going! It is too dangerous for the babe, I will nor permit it!”
Deana snorted at the ridiculous proclamation Number one thousand and fifty-two. “Just try and stop me.”
“Fine. We can act like we’re fuckups idling about. As per our usual. But if we cap a god, I’m telling everyone I know! Two words: Press. Conference.”
Then he lowered himself to one knee on the mattress.
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