Seven days later, Kaiden woke to a horn pressing against his nose.
Insistently.
He opened one eye.
Calypso's face hovered three inches above his, upside down, her red skin flushed with excitement, golden eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of manic pride usually reserved for warriors presenting trophies to their liege.
"Darling, look," she whispered. Loudly. "Look, look, look."
She tilted her head, angling the horn directly into his line of sight. It was whole. Smooth. Polished to a gleam that suggested she'd been awake for at least an hour doing maintenance on it before waking him.
Perfectly symmetrical.
"It grew back," Calypso announced, as though delivering news of a decisive military victory. "Complete regeneration. Flawless."
From somewhere beneath a pile of blankets to Kaiden's left, Luna's voice emerged, half-asleep, muffled, and deeply unimpressed. "You're an ancient demon… You should know your horn will regenerate…"
Calypso didn't hear her.
