“I’ll just tell Love, and then she’ll be pissed that you’re interfering with her matchmaking.”
“I should have moved to fucking Cupidale.”
“Yeah, because you fit in so well.”
He sighs and rests against the doorframe. “I think I’d get sick from all the sugar they put in everything there.”
“What’s up with them being dicks about Juliet’s wings?”
Death smirks and shakes his head.
“Glad I didn’t have to pull you off someone after that. It took Love a while to master retracting her wings. I guess it’s kind of a sign that you’re a new cupid and a form of hazing.”
I consider asking Love to take me to Cupidale and track down the assholes who taunted her when the two cupids come flying down the hallway.
Love retracts her wings and wraps her arms around Death.
Juliet stands before me, her pretty wings on display as she gives me a gentle hug.
“Hi,” she says with a bright smile.
“Hi. No black?” I ask, taking in her cute pink dress, noting she did not take my request for her to wear my signature color.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see it,” she says with a wink.
I lean down and place a tender kiss on her lips. “Ready to go?”
She nods and looks at the flowers. I don’t give them to her right away. I pop us into Purgatory and directly into my apartment.
She gasps as she looks around. It’s modern and sleek. Decorated in deep blacks and light grays. I wonder if she hates it, so I hold out the pink flowers that are a stark contrast to my bedroom.
“I got you these.”
“I got you something too,” she says, pulling out a sparkly heart-shaped tin filled with cookies. “These are beautiful, thank you.”
I blush and put the cookies on the nightstand. “Thank you, this was sweet. I was thinking I’d order us food, and we could just relax?”
“Okay, but first. Where’s the cat?” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“He’s probably in his coffin.” Her eyes go wide.
“Coffin?”
I lead her over to the window that faces the river where Hades’ cat tree is. It’s all black and the top tier is shaped like acoffin. The void of a cat blends in completely and she squeals, catching his attention.
“Is he friendly?”
I grimace. “Not particularly.”
Juliet doesn’t care as she scoops up my three-legged cat and clutches him to her chest. He lets out a protesting meow, but she just holds him tighter.
“I know we just met, but I’d fucking die for you,” Juliet says, kissing the top of his head.
Hades blinks at me with his amber eyes, wondering what the fuck is happening, and I watch in awe as he melts into her arms, letting her stroke his fur and tell him how magnificent he is.
“He’s never let anyone pick him up like that.”
“Stop, this is all going to go to my head. He’s just the perfect little baby,” she coos, kissing his head a few more times.
