A vision is the reason my little boy was in that dungeon. The queen said whatever changes my little boy is supposed to bring would change his world drastically.
I hope I can help him fulfill the destiny Fates have trusted him with.
“Sweetheart, if you eat any slower, we can combine your breakfast with lunch.”
I was so lost in my head that I didn’t realize Angel had already finished his share and was waiting for me now.
Angel chuckles when I point to my mouth and wait eagerly. Turning to others after not so subtly pushing the bowl of fruittowards me, he says, “We should call the council for a meeting. Give them the updates and let them know we might need to stay longer.”
“Done. They’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.”
“Your overenthusiasm to keep busy benefits me a lot, Gracie.”
“I would accept the latest collection of dragon Mirah’s books as a thank you.”
Angel shakes with a soft smile. “Of course you would.”
CHAPTER 10
Rick the dick
Nevaeh
I‘m shaking with nerves as I pass Anxo—always the gentleman holding the door open for me. Only when his firm hand settles on my lower back to guide me further into the room, do I relax a little.
Ignoring the stolen glances and keeping a blank expression is hard when I’m the only new presence in the room. They might not recognize my face, but I’m reeking with my Reaper Divine even as I try to keep it under wraps.
The large, dark wooden table has one side filled with high- ranking warriors and elders of the kingdom. I’ve just seated between Angel and Seiji when the door bursts open.
“Greetings, Horseman Conquer.” A man rushes in, bowing to Anxo before striding toward the only empty chair opposite to me.
“Take a seat, Rick. We’ll start in a minute.”
Rick… that sounds like dick. I hold back from snorting like a pig and remind myself to stay professional.
Don’t fuck up your first impression, Nevaeh.
“Prince Famine.” Rick bows in Seiji’s direction and continues greeting every other man in the room while blatantly ignoring the female warriors.
So, he is a dick, after all.
Suddenly, his misogyny shines so bright that his once decent features become uninteresting and ugly. Rick is about 5’8 withtan olive skin and obsidian eyes. His shoulder-length wavy hair pulled back into a neat bun.
Pity that his personality pales in comparison.
Adjusting in his chair, Rick’s gaze searches the room until it finds Grace. The cheery, happy-go-lucky mask is replaced with something darker in a flash. Rick scans her thoroughly or as much as he can from above the table, and the disappointment in his eyes is evident even when he schools his expressions to stay nonchalant.
When Rick’s eyes find mine—an unfamiliar face among familiar ones, he can’t hide his shock. Or how his eyes linger below my neck for longer than necessary.
I’m wearing Angel’s hoodie, so I doubt he sees anything exciting, but men like him don’t care what’s on display as long as it’s a woman.
“Oh, who’s this pretty lady? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, miss?”
“Blackburn.”
If my eyes flashing gold didn’t stun him, my name indeed did.
Every head snaps towards me with bewildered looks.
