“Oh, no. But get this,” Lazerath said, dangling the words like a little treat. Davarox, however, didn’t bite like other demons might have. Rose would have given him a good reaction. “I saw himhidingunder a table.”
Thatgot the reaction Lazerath wanted.
Dav frowned. Cocked his head. Opened and closed his mouth a few times before muttering, “Under?”
Laz snapped his fingers. “Yup. Tucked up under the tablecloth. Whole tray of bronzeberry scones. I was putting another plate down and saw his tail.”
“Fuck, and he didn’t spikeyou?”
It was really sweet that Dav actually looked concerned, checking him over for injury.
“No, but I think his glare promised death to myself andmy firstborn if I told anyone about it. I pretended I didn’t see anything.”
“But you immediately told me?”
“Sure. I can’t tell Sev until he finally shows his face at the bakery. You know?—”
“Because of his face,” Dav finished, waving his hand like that might hurry up this conversation. “So you just wanted to tell me Ozirax was hiding under a table? The warrior who would rather die than?—”
“Than be at this event, but especially be found doing something incredibly embarrassing like hiding under a table eating our scones?” Lazerath grinned, because it really was fun being so in tune with his best friend. Especially when Dav was nowincrediblyinvested in Laz’s story. “Exactly. I knew he was done for when I ran into him out front before this.”
“You saw him before, too?”
“Oh, yeah. And guess what I just put together?”
His friend raised a brow and waited.
“He’s totally in love with the scary human warrior.”
Dav scoffed, rolling his eyes like the story had lost its excitement. “Absolutely not. No way.”
“Explain this, then.”
Laz grabbed Dav’s wrist, dragging him out of the kitchen and toward a small balcony overlooking the event. The room was packed, but it was easy to spot the giant, colorless human at the center of the room.
Ozirax held her closer than Lazerath hadever seen the demon hold another. Curiously enough, his spikes were still raised, but the human? She wasn’t frightened. In fact, it almost looked like her fingers were caressing those very weapons.
With a dreamy sigh, Lazerath propped his chin on his hands and stared at them. “They’re in love.”
“I’m still not convinced.”
“Look at those eyes!”
Davarox grunted. “At best, they’refuck meeyes. That’s a look promising violence.”
“Aww, murder couple. So cute.”
He could feel Dav’s gaze on the side of his face.
“Are you… you really want them to be in love?”
Laz twisted his head so he could look at Davarox. “Well, duh. Don’t you? I mean, we all deserve love, don’t we? Is it so wrong for that to be with a human?”
The corner of Davarox’s eyes twitched as he turned away. “This has nothing to do with her being human.”
“Dav, think about it,” Lazerath pressed, unsure where Dav’s hesitancy had come from. “We wanted to court Rose. The whole point of courtship is love, marriage, soulbonding. Then we see the two most affection-averse individuals in the middle of that dance floor showing everyone that it’s possible.”
“The only thing they’re showing is that, without security, they’ve snuck half a tray of bronzeberry scones without getting caught.”
