It was a comforting combination of the symbols belonging to his adopted brothers: the sun worn by Damian, the White God, and the star worn by Jule, the expelled immortal and eastern hemisphere's commander.
He got out of line and broke the divine codes.
He'd also been anonymously voted least popular by a disgruntled Guardian on their online discussion boards, and he was about 99 percent sure Jule was leading the pack on that one as his latest attempt to win some bet with Damian about their diverse leadership styles.
While she never complained, it was clear she needed Damian to visit again soon and heal the damage his brother did to her on a daily basis.
I'm not Damian or Jule; you can't sweet talk me into anything.
"Boy or girl?" he asked, genuinely happy about Damian and Sofia's first child.
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
He hadn't heard from either Damian or Jule in two weeks.
He suspected Damian sealed the European region to prevent magic moving in and out.
Damian gets Guardians, and Czerno gets vamps.
Once Damian came back, Dusty was going on his first vacation ever.
He closed his eyes and summoned his power to Travel, one of the most useful gifts Damian granted him.
He'd never gone a day without silently thanking Damian for the gift of self-healing.
Damian found him just before and adopted him first as his servant then as his brother, once they were thrown from the immortal world into the mortal realm.
Damian needed to know.
The next time you leave the compound without telling me, you'll be grounded until Damian returns.
Why can't I contact Damian or Jule?
He'd never understood the Watchers or any of the otherworldly beings Damian or Jule had known pre-Schism.
He'd been a kid when Damian found him and a human when the Schism occurred.
Damian granted him his god-powers after the Schism, whereas Jule was expelled from the divine world for crimes he'd never discussed.
If Jule or Damian were there, they'd take a trip to the boxing ring and take turns beating the hell out of him until his blood settled.
He logged into the computer and clandestine website, sending Damian an urgent message.
His memories and thoughts played like home videos, similar to those of her mate, Damian, and his adopted brothers.
Dusty, Sofia, Darian, Damian, Jule, Jenn, Toni, Jonny, Watcher.
Damian can do that, too, but Darian's too weak yet to tap into his power.
Yes, I kept you from returning with Damian to North America.
A Watcher was stronger than any Guardian in the mortal realm, except for Damian, and more powerful than any immortal in the immortal realm, except for an Original Being.
He needed to contact Damian, the White God, above all, and share what the Watcher had told him.
Damian might have some insight into what was going on, and who the Magician was.
He chuckled, silently thanking Damian and his mate.
"Damian doesn't know I'm here," Darian added.
If the Watchers went to Damian, and Damian wanted the Magician dead … she'd be dead.
The White God, Damian, studied the Black God's youthful features, both pitying and wary.
Believe it or not, I come in peace, Damian said.