“Apologies, Horseman, maybe it’s too soon for her. After all, her scars are still fresh.” Rick once again converses with Angel when the conversation is aboutme.
I tense when his eyes linger on the back of my palm, where a single white scar disappears under my sleeve.
I might hide my scars, but it’s not because I’m ashamed of them. Rather, I don’t want to subject others to what was done to me.
Angel seems just as frustrated with his idiocy and replies in a firm tone, so Rick wouldn’t dare make any more disrespectful comments.
“Nevaeh already has a path that Fates laid out for her. She’s our futureHorsewoman Death.”
Guess who has a death wish: Rick, the dick.
“I hope you’re not serious, Horseman Conquer. She is awoman. There hasn’t been a female Horsemenever. Surely, shecan’t handle that kind of commitment. I’m sure we can wait for Horseman Death to find his fated mate and birth anaturaland male offspring worthy of such status.”
“Welcome to the 1850s bitches,” Seiji mocks and leans back to wait for Angel to drop his last restraint.
If I didn’t know with absolute certainty that Angel would never harm me, I would be shitting my pants right about now. As much as I want to fight my battles, I’m enjoying someone else fighting them for me for once.
Do I trust Angel to have my back?I think I do.
The look on Angel’s face screams murder. Rage darkens his once bright green eyes, and the man looks another flick of wind away from informing Ricks’ family how he died from an unfortunate mouthing incident.
“Warrior Morgan,”Oh boy, Rick is in trouble.Angel doesn’t look so angelic when the lid on his anger slips back an inch to address Rick. “Are you aware of the ratio between men and women in high- ranking positions in the supernatural world?”
“Uh, no, sir,” Rick stutters, but stands by his ancient thinking.What a loser.
“7:3. Can you name the ten greatest leaders in supernatural history?”
“No, sir.”
“Sixof them are women.” Angel stares directly at Rick as everyone waits to see where this is headed. “What do you think those stats prove, warrior?”
After a few minutes of Rick stumbling over his thoughts and unable to produce a simple answer, a female warrior speaks up, “Women have a majority inqualityleadership.”
“Excellent observation, warrior Vesta,” the woman beams with pride when Anxo compliments her. “It also proves that despite men believing they rule the world, women are muchbetter at leading it. Think of all the positive changes they could bring with a little more support and opportunity.”
Everyone is gleaming at my mate, who handled the situation so calmly without having to raise his voice or use force to throw Rick out of the giant window behind us. I would’ve much preferred that, but everyone has their own ways.
“If you still have doubts regardingmy mate’scapability, you can always challenge her to a friendly duel.”
Rick flushes when Angel mentions us being mates, and his mouth hangs open. Rick remains silent after that and lowers his head in sheer embarrassment while Angel starts the meeting without idiotic disruptions.
Where the warriors are shocked by Angel being my mate, I’m having a hard time adjusting to different shocking news. Grace and Rick are in arelationship. Like boyfriend and girlfriend.Like together-together.
Apparently, Rick’s mate died when they were young, and since Grace didn’t have one, he proposed a mutually beneficial relationship.
Let me go throw up before I have to continue.
I get that Grace is a little naïve, but I didn’t think she was downright blind. I’ve been trying to understand for the past twenty-five minutes how someone as sweet and bubbly as her chose someone like that douchebag.
Rick has yet to show asingleadmirable trait about himself. And his act mere minutes ago proves how ignorant and arrogant he truly is.
I know Grace believes she doesn’t have a mate because she is human, but surely Rick can’t be the only available option in the entire kingdom!
It was hard, but I got rid of the plans to get rid of Rick without anyone suspecting me and focused on the meeting. Anxo asks for my opinion several times, and every time, I have to containmy surprise and stop myself from acting like a blubbering fool. I didn’t think he would need my ideas or suggestions, considering he is relatively much more experienced than me.
“What do we have on the little boy?”
When no one dares to blink for a solid minute, warrior Vesta flips through some papers before bracing herself for what she is about to tell us.
