I still haven’t been asked to participate. They’re running out of time to include me.
“Well?” I urge. “What’s the good news?”
“It’s nothing.” Jassy grimaces, running a hand through her hair. “I was asked on a date. I saidno, but it was flattering.”
I raise a brow. I’ve never been asked on a date, but I imagine I’d be complimented if I were. Men don’t often approach me, probably because they feel intimidated by me. Wren was the last man to show any genuine interest, and that didn’t turn out well.
“Anyway,” Jassy continues. “I came to tell you that Rexton is postponing tomorrow’s meeting with Aziel. He said he needs more time to prepare.”
I hum, sucking my cheeks into my mouth. Aziel won’t be happy with that. It’s damn near impossible to get a meeting with the man, let alone for an entire hour. His assistants will throw a fit when he learns he has to reschedule, and the generals will be annoyed.
Rexton shouldn’t have pushed the meeting back. The thought makes me smile. He’s making mistakes. It’s about time.
I also like that he went to Jassy with the update instead of speaking directly to me. He doesn’t want to face me directly. He’s embarrassed. My pride grows, and I straighten up with a smug smirk. I’m winning, and he knows it.
Jassy turns, beginning to leave.
A wayward thought pops into my head, and every muscle in my body grows tense.
“Jassy?” She freezes as uckas do when shifters are closing in. “Who asked you on a date?”
Her silence speaks volumes.
“Jassy?” I repeat. “Who?”
Her answer is so quiet, I barely hear it. “Rexton.”
I’m out of my office in a heartbeat.
How fucking dare he.
Jassy is mine.
It took months to poach her from Aziel. I had to bribe her with practically everything under the sun, and Rexton can’t just saunter in here and steal her. I’ve heard the rumors of his time in Lust, and I should’ve known he’d try something like this.
Ugly fucking bastard. He’s good for nothing, and it’s about time people realize it.
I slam open Rexton’s office door, locking eyes with the three men sitting around his desk. They’re Wraths. I’ve never met them, and they’re weak. Unimportant.
“Out.”
They scamper from the room. One teleports, but the other two slink out through the doorway.
Rexton drops his head into his palms, looking thoroughly exhausted. He doesn’t know what exhaustion is, but he will by the time I’m done with him. I slam his door shut so hard, the wood rattles. I’m surprised it doesn’t splinter. I was hoping it would. The dramatics would have been pleasing.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
“Good afternoon, Cassia,” Rexton mumbles. “What brings you by?”
“Whatbrings me by?” My voice is shrill. Uncontrolled. “Don’t act like you don’t already know, you dirty, fucking whore. Jassy is mine, and if you ever so much as everlookat her again…” I stalk forward with every word, unable to stop myself. “I will slit your fucking throat, Rexton. Don’t play with me.”
His power is suffocating, and I find myself instinctively breathing through my mouth. He’s not intentionally pushing it out, but he’s making no attempts to hold it back. I can do that, too. Aziel taught me to always hold back a decent amount of what my body naturally emits. It’s polite, and it makes me seem more approachable to the weaker demons.
I let it pour out now, though.
Let Rexton bask in it.
The door opens. Aziel peeks inside—how fucking convenient. His gaze darts between Rexton and me, concern written plainly across his features.
