“You look lovely, Minn Elska,” Trevor said as he slid into his suit jacket. He had his shoulder-length hair slicked back, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned, and no tie. Roguish, especially with his shirt being black.
“Thank you. You shine up nice too.” I slid my hands up Trevor's belly to rest them on his chest, then leaned in and kissed him. The piece of Trevor's soul inside me raced out of my star and through my chest to brush up against Wolf, and it made us both sigh.
“Hey now, we don't have time for that,” Re said. “Especially if I join in, which I will if you keep moaning, La-la.”
I finished kissing Trevor, then looked over at Re. “You look dashing.”
“Thank you.” He opened his arms. “Do I get a kiss too?”
“After that comment?” I chuckled and stroked his gold tie. “That would be dangerous.”
“And we'll be facing enough danger as it is,” Odin said as he came up from the back of the dressing room where he kept some of his clothes.
All of my husbands kept a few things in my dressing room. Mostly, it was the nicer stuff, things that needed to be hung up.
“Are you ready?” Azrael asked from the doorway. “We've got to be there before the event is set to begin.”
“Yes, we can go,” I said and left the dressing room. “Did you check with the Squad?”
Az nodded. “They're on their way and so are my father, brother, several Angels and Demons, Anubis and his jackals, Gello, Samael, and Lilith. Oh, and Machar will be there as well.”
“I texted my father too,” Trevor said. “He's already in Lexington at the Wet Whistle. They have limos waiting to take them to the event.”
“Yeah, Ty said they're pre-gaming.” I rolled my eyes.
“So, they're drinking before the battle?” Re asked.
“Nothing strong enough to affect them,” Trevor said. “Dad takes battle seriously.”
“Does he though?” Viper, who had sauntered up behind Azrael, asked.
Trevor made a face at him.
“Hopefully, they'll only be needed to guard the perimeter,” Az said.
I looked Azrael over. He was the only one not wearing a suit. It wouldn't have worked with his Faerie God guise. Instead, he had a nicer version of his usual F.G. outfit—a black leather tunic adorned with green leather leaves around the neckline, dark green pants, a wide-collared black jacket, and a pair of high boots. He looked more intimidating than usual, and I approved.
We headed downstairs where the Intare was waiting. Nearly all of them were attending the event, and I grinned at the disguises they had chosen. Not every god could glamour themselves to look different. Most could go invisible, butchanging your appearance was a skill that my lions didn't have. I might have been able to lay a glamour on them, but why bother when they could do it themselves with some wigs and makeup? Not that we were worried about Katila recognizing them. He probably didn't know every one of my werelions by sight, and even if he did, it wouldn't be unusual for them to be at an event that I was attending, especially when we knew someone was after me.
Still, I loved seeing them play dress-up.
I stopped before Austin, who was wearing his police uniform. “You're going as yourself?”
“Yup.” He tilted his hat to me. “I'll be event security tonight, Ma'am.”
“Then maybe you should come with us instead of waiting to arrive with the guests,” Viper said.
“Prob'bly. I reckon I should take these yahoos with me too.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and some of the lions stepped forward, all of them wearing Lexington P.D. uniforms. “I got some deputies with me tonight.”
“Is that you, Aidan?” I squinted my eyes at one of them—a blond in a cowboy hat. His dark eyebrows clashed with the wig, but hey, some blonds have dark brows.
“Yup,” Aidan drawled. “Tonight, I'm a cowboy cop too.”
“All right.” I shook my head and joined my husbands at the tracing room door. “The cops had better come with us then. Are you tracing to the police station?”
“Naw,” Austin said. “We'll trace to my house and take the cruiser over. I don't want the real officers seeing the impostors.”
“Right. Then we'll see you soon.”
