If looks could kill Harvey and me, both would be six feet under. Before Angel loses his mate at the hands of his Warriorhead, he distracts everyone by asking them to take a seat.
Three love seats in a semicircle make a booth. Seiji and Hazel slide into the first one without any argument. Angel takes the next seat before helping me beside him. I’m about to say we are one place short when Harvey asks Grace—ever so politely—to take a seat and strategically times it so he slides in next before Rick can.
My mouth drops open at how casually Harvey brushed off my sister’s so-called boyfriend. Scooting closer to Grace, Harvey shoots me a sly wink. Oh, this dumbass is onto something. I’vebeen his partner in crime for years, and if he wants me to play coy, I’m in.
Anything for Harvey.
With no place to sit, Rick chooses to stand behind Grace like a guard dog. I’m sure he can sense the tension between my best friend and sister, and I’ll kill him if he attempts to ruin the first good thing Harvey has found.
Angel pulls me until my back is flush against his chest. Circling his arms around my waist, he kisses my crown, and I abandon all thoughts of skinning Rick alive. Lately, Angel needs constant physical contact, or he acts like he is dying. I can’t even complain because I love the way my insides sing when he is near.
I’m falling so hard for this man, for my mate, that it’s terrifying yet so damn freeing.
“So, they helped you break out?” Harvey assumes incorrectly.Dumbass.
Seiji answers before I can, “Yes, we did. We found her in the woods, and shesobbedandthankedus for our bravery.” Like always, my dramatic princess takes the exaggerating route.
“Speaking of finding things,” Harvey turns to Anxo and leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Behind me, I feel Angel gulp when Harvey directs his fury and irritation at him. “Who the fuck are you trying to keep out man? Fucking aliens? I’ve been running in circles trying to find asingleportal, and I’m the future war, for Fate’s sake.”
Chuckling nervously, Angel scratches the back of his neck, and no matter how cute he looks right now, I’ll let him deal with Harvey. Angel groans when, once again, no one steps up to save him from being the bringer of bad news.
With apologetic eyes, Angel clears his throat. “Sorry, brother, but the way both of you were taken, our previous leaders took protection to a whole different level. I agree they went a little too far changing realms—”
Hazel throws her tablet on the table with a low growl that effectively saves Angel from the embodiment of war.
“Witches and their braindead puppets are here,” that sentence is enough for us to spring to our feet. “A dozen by the east exit and more near the back gate. Looks like more covens are joining Visha,” she adds, furiously tapping her fingers on the screen.
I was hoping I wouldn’t have to ruin my dress with blood and gore, but you can’t fight destiny, can you?
Grace mentions, “Anxo if they get in here, we can’t be sure how many of these mellow partying creatures will turn on us given a chance.”
“I agree,” Hazel says. “Horsemen don’t have any shortage of people who will happily rally forces with the witches. We need to wrap this in the bud outside and get the fuck out of here.”
That’s one risk of being in this realm. The abundance of mythics lingering in every corner means you never know who’s waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Angel tsks and throws his head back, “Lately, it seems like we’re gaining enemies by the day.”
“Probably my fault.” Harvey and I take the blame in sync, which makes Angel shake his head with a smile and pull me into his side.
I clap my hands together to get their attention. “I think I have a plan.”
“What are you proposing now, Lucifer's spawn?” Seiji whines like he already knows what I’m thinking. I bet he is only pissy because he doesn’t want to ruin his glamorous outfit.
“He is mygodfather, so technically, not his spawn. So here’s the plan,” I get ready to share when immature whispering stops me.
“Five hundred rubies it involves gore,” Angel bets with Seiji, but Harvey clicks his tongue in disappointment.
At least my best friend has faith in me.
“Amateurs… it’salwaysblood and guts with her.”
I take it back.Harvey can go fuck himself.Why they think I’m some psycho killer is beyond me.
I’m fucking adorable!
Fine then, new list.
Papa
