It’s like we’re the only ones on the dance floor. These other cupids cease to exist while I’m in his arms. I didn’t feel a fraction of this contentment and warmth when I was with Eros.
Death’s hand slides from my hair and cups my face as he looks down at me, his deep, dark eyes soft. He’s leaning down to kiss me when an irritating voice ruins the moment.
I press my forehead against Death’s chest as Eros speaks.
“Really, Love. Him? That’s who you brought to the party. He’s killing the mood. I get that I broke your heart and all, but Death, really?”
Death stills, a dark energy radiating off of him. I pat his chest and turn to Eros. A solemn Juliet next to him. For a short moment, I actually feel pity for her, that her date is causing a scene and not enjoying the party with her, but I did do all of this to get under his skin, even if my priorities have shifted.
Eros is nothing in comparison to Death, that’s for damn sure.
“He’s far better company than who I originally planned on coming with,” I say spitefully.
Eros bristles but looks at Death with a look of disgust on his face.
“Death,” he says his name with disgust.
“Eros, long time no see,” Death replies in a bored tone.
I don’t let my surprise show that they know each other, though something sinks in my gut. Did he only say yes because he also has issues with the pompous cupid?
“Not long enough, I’d say,” Death adds. He keeps his arm around my shoulder in a possessive way.
Eros clears his throat. “Neither of you would happen to know about my missing quiver.”
I suck my lips in my mouth to not laugh in his face.
“I don’t know much about a lost quiver, but I do believe your missing balls can be found somewhere in the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean,” Death deadpans.
The laugh pours out of me and Eros glares at me before a cruel smile takes over his face.
“No worries, I’m sure it will show up around here somewhere.” Eros snaps his fingers. “Oh, Love, darling. I forgot to congratulate you on your award. It’s so impressive you won, considering no one else was nominated.”
I blink at him, and he smirks.
“Did you think I broke up with you because I was jealous?” He laughs and shakes his head. “No, it’s because I was embarrassed.”
Death’s arm is no longer around me as he grabs Eros by the throat.
Juliet gasps and looks around for help, but Eros smiles in Death’s face.
“What? I took your girl a millennium ago, and so you thought you could take mine? Jokes on you because I don’t want her.”
Eros is waiting for Death to lash out. I can see it in his face. This is what he does. He’s a manipulator of mass proportions and he wants a rise out of Death. But he doesn’t give it to him. Instead, Death drops Eros like he’s disgusting, wipes his hands on his robes and glares down at the irritating cupid.
“I had hoped you’d grown up after all this time, Eros. How absolutely boring of you to stay the same,” Death says coldly.
Eros sputters, his ego taking a direct hit. He looks at me with his eyes narrowed, but I’m too busy looking up at Death.
He cups my jaw, his warm hands spanning the sides of my face as he leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft, and the kiss is gentle and smooth. I wrap my hands around his wrists, holding him close to me, before our lips part. His eyes are serious as he speaks.
“You’re special. Don’t listen to him.”
My gaze is so focused on Death that I hardly even notice Eros glaring at us before storming off and throwing a fit in a corner like a child.
“So, you know Eros,” I say, feeling slightly insecure.
I mean, I invited him to the party when we didn’t know each other. Of course, he had his own reasoning for agreeing to come with me.
