His collection of weirdos
Nevaeh
“Hazel!”
The sudden volume catches me off guard and I flinch without meaning to. With a fist over my heart, I force my heart to stop pounding in my head.
I’m not in there anymore. I’m at a random place with an awfully confusing but good man, andshe’snot here.
I’m safe here.I think so.
I keep mumbling the words under my breath until the tension in my body slightly loosens up.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Angel’s voice breaks my frozen state, pulling me out of my head. He brings my hand that I didn’t even realize he was still holding to his lips for a soft kiss. “I’ll be careful next time. No more sudden shouting or screaming.”
“You don’t have to,” I try, but he doesn’t budge. The way his eyes bore into me, I know Anxo is determined to follow through with his promise.
Feeling my face heat up from the intense way he’s looking at me, I turn around to hide it. With my back to Anxo, I stand in front of yet another kitchen.
Much bigger and fancier than the one upstairs.
Stopping at the threshold, I spot a woman hovering over the counter. At first, I think she is cooking, but when I follow her hands that ever so gently cleaning dozens of daggers, myjaw drops open. Drawing a fresh napkin from a box, she cleans another bloody dagger.
Yeah… not cooking.
Strangely, I don’t feel an ounce of wariness from watching her, so I stand on my toes to get a better look at the exquisite ancient daggers with gems engraved on them. The one my eyes get stuck on has red and gold alluring patterns with a zigzag-edged blade.
A perfect combination of delicate and deadly.
The woman’s appearance surprisingly doesn’t blend with her current activity. She’s tall and lean—I bet a warrior, judging by her stature. Her height and athletic frame contrast her heart-shaped face, soft monolid eyes, and delicately soft features. Everything about her screams someone who enjoys baking cupcakes in her spare time, but the daggers she keeps twisting squash that image.Or stabs it.
The black full-sleeved high-neck top tucked into a pair of army green cargo pants highlights her curves and build elegantly. Her boots clunking against the floor echo in the silent area with every step. How does a woman look so deadly yet equally alluring at the same time?
Her head snaps toward us when Anxo clears his throat, making her sharp onyx eyes narrow on me. After drying her hands, she takes agonizingly slow steps toward me. Her body language is restrictive as she walks, clearly not wanting me to read her. A feeling I share.
Flipping her medium-length raven hair behind her shoulder, she tucks her hands into her pockets and inspects me as if getting ready for an attack.
Like she has a chance against me. I scoff at her challenging gaze, making her squint at me. I can take her in my sleep—which I don’t get enough, but that’s beside the point.
“Nevaeh, this is Hazel Seagrave, my Warriorhead,” Angel breaks our awkward staring contest. Something about her name is familiar. Cautiously, I let my Divine peek out just enough to recognize who she is.
Fuckidy fuck, she’s aSiren.
I’m about to dump my excitement and the million questions I have on her when she opens her mouth, “Ah, the legendary Horseman—orWomanof Death.”
“Thenext.”
“Same thing.”
Behind her monotone expressions, I can see my blatant ogling is making her uncomfortable, hence her trying to get a rise out of me as a distraction. But because I’m a relatively calm person, I’m not going to start anything with Angel’s Warriorhead. Especially when she’s so fucking cute!
Her attitude is super entertaining, and I just know she enjoys unnecessarily giving people a hard time—something I genuinely admire.
“Not really. You’re a little slow, aren’t you, siren? But since you’re socute, I’ll let it slide.”
Did I say that to mess with her?Yes.
Is the steam coming out of her ears worth it?Absolutely.
