The prince had turned back to his conversation, but I continued to study him.
The guys I’d seen packing heat at the club made sense now—bodyguards. But how and why was he connected to Grim?
“Do you want to take a selfie?” Trinity asked. “The lighting here is great.”
I’d rather deep-throat your dad’s dick.
“Oh my God, yes.”
Trinity snapped the selfie. When she finished, I looked back toward the prince.
“I’ll tag you!” she said.
Shoot me.“Can’t wait!”
I’d been under Grim’s thumb for five years—had been entwined for even longer—but I still didn’t know much more than the average person. What could he want with a prince?
I landed before the prince, and as I did, he raised a hand. Those around us dissipated.
He arched a brow. “Dangerous to be seen talking to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Rumor is you’re a curse. Bodies tend to drop around you. Because once you see the Reaper’s girl, the Reaper soon follows.”
My smile faltered.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not the Reaper’s girl.” I took a sip of my champagne.
“I think we’re going in circles.” He laughed. “So, what’s the not-Reaper's girl doing talking to me?”
“Depends,” I said. “Why is a prince talking to the king of the Underworld?”
NINE
GEMMA
“King, huh?” Something inscrutable flickered in his eyes, as if he knew something I didn’t. Before I could press, he continued. “Couldn’t I be your white knight?” He stepped closer, forcing me to take a step back, until I was flush against the window. “Rescuing you from captivity.”
I looked over his shoulder, at the party. Everyone was now too busy fawning over the gift bags my mother had procured. For once, no eyes were on me.
“My white knight?” I arched a brow at HSOG—the prince.
Maybe in a fairy tale. Where princes were noble, where someone like me was virtuous. But this was not a fairy tale, and this prince’s eyes had too much darkness to be my savior.
“What’s an innocent girl like you doing indebted to the Horsemen, anyway?” he asked.
“If you’re hoping I’m an innocent girl, you’re going to be very disappointed.”
He took a drink, smiling into his glass. “That so?”
I shrugged likemaybe.“For a prince, you sure know a lot about the Underworld.”
“It’s a world not dissimilar from this.” He gestured around us.
“How so?”
“There are rules to follow and consequences for breaking them, like never touch someone who is claimed.”
