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arrangements for your mating,” they answered as one.
    “Wedding,” Ally corrected.
    “Potato, potahto ,” they replied . The common expression took her a back a little bit and she stared at the robed women even more.
    “Oookay…” She paused. “Would you like to sit down or something?”
    The three women said nothing, but they did walk into the adjoining room where they each sat down, lined up in a row on her cream-colored couch. Ally took a seat as well, right across the coffee table from them, and waited for their explanation as to why they were in her house.
    Or even how they got into her house. Eros had told her that it was warded against intruders.
    When it appeared that they were content simply staring at her, she cleared her throat. “So, you want to help me with the wedding?”
    “Yes,” they said. “You’re the Protogonos’s daughter. We’d be honored to help you.”
    Ally stared at them, wishing now more than ever that they’d lose the robes. It was unnerving talking to people while unable to see their faces. “Sure. What do you have in mind?”
    As one, they snapped their fingers and a massive trellised archway appeared in the room, adorned with blooming flowers and lush green vines that wrapped the white frame. After another snap, a five-tiered wedding cake appeared on a round table with a shimmering tablecloth. They snapped their fingers again, and Ally looked down at a puffy white wedding dress that now covered her body.
    Whoa.
    “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” she said, freaking out at their immense power. She still didn’t know what to do with hers, and hadn’t had time to work on it. In fact, she hadn’t even been able to help bring Raider’s girlfriend, Nitro, out of her near-death state even though Raider had begged and pleaded. That had been entirely frustrating, being unable to help someone who meant so much to Draven, when she was supposed to be the daughter of the most powerful god in existence.
    She couldn’t even trace yet, and here the Fates could trace and manifest things with a snap of their fingers. She was only still working on being able to summon clothes on her own body. Clothes that she already owned .
    A loud racket sounded in the entryway and she looked over to see Thrash running down the stairs at a clip. He met her eyes, popped a single eyebrow at the dress that she wore, looked at the Fates, popped the other eyebrow and walked away without a word.
    They women snapped their fingers once more an d everything disappeared at once. Ally was even back in her jeans and tee. Then they sat there, their robed faces hidden as they likely stared at her as if nothing had happened, and a s if they hadn’t heard the massive werewolf crash down the stairs on his way to the kitchen. Thrash had only been t here for a few days, but he ate a lot more than she thought someone could eat.
    Focusing her attention on the Fates again, she had the urge to run over and pull their hoods off just so she could see what they looked like. Were they old hags? Did they even look human?
    “Look out,” one said. For once, it was said apart from the other two.
    “She’s thinking about it,” another said.
    “Hold on to your hoods,” the first one finished.
    Ally’s mouth gaped open. “How did you— ”
    “We’re the Fates. We know all,” they replied in what she decided was their tri-voice, whe n they all spoke in unison .
    As if suddenly in a hurry, they stood. “We must go,” they s aid. “We’ll be back.” They poofed out of the room, leaving their outlines behind in the purple smoke that floated in their wake.
    A scream sounded from another room , and Ally jumped t o her feet. It was Skylar. She ran out of the sitting room, her shoes squeaking over the tiled floor as she ran past the curved staircase. She reached the game room and skidded to a stop as she caught sight of what was happening inside. Thrash had turned into his wolf form and was star ing down his nose at Skylar , his