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.
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.
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.
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.
He missed Damian and Jule.
"I miss Damian," she whispered.
He tested his new phone by sending Damian and Jule a text. 911.
If anyone could, it would be Darian while Damian was away.
Without Damian and Jule and with Darian not yet able to take his place as the Grey God, he wasn't going to walk away from this weekend alive.
He and Damian can use the portals.
Damian saw him and bought the herd of them, freeing all but him.
Breathless, Dusty closed his eyes and leaned against the punching bag, unable to shake his first memories of Damian or his last memories of his sister, Trinka.
He'd trade all the powers Damian granted him after the Schism for his sister's life.
"Damian-- " "I can't allow Damian to be here in the presence of a god-slayer.
He'd sworn to Damian that he'd protect him.
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.
That he was the Black God was another issue he and Damian didn't know what to do with.
"The whole world saw that go down," Damian said with a sidelong look at him.
Yes, I kept you from returning with Damian to North America.
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.
Watch the kid and get word to Damian tomorrow morning.
Damian, the White God, hauled himself out of the ocean onto the beach.