“Oh, I’m listening. I’m just not interested in how you think purple suits you better than indigo.” Hazel doesn’t even bother looking up from scrubbing her already spotless dagger.
“You’re just jealous of how handsome I am.” Seiji shakes his head, feigning disappointment. “Hazel, it’s a myth that there can only beonepretty person in a group. I’m willing to share the title with you… even though I clearly deserve it more.”
Hazel starts cackling like a lunatic. “Handsome, my ass. You’re so ugly you scare the shit back into people.”
Hazel laughs so hard that tears roll down her face. Her amusement is so contagious that soon I’m laughing with her.
“You know what, screw you! I’m not sharing my title with you anymore.”
I slip off my chair and sprint out of the kitchen before I get caught between those two. When I hear Seiji yelp, I know I made it out just in time.
We have way too many wackos in our group.
25. My saving grace
Harvey
I’ve been running around the kingdom like a headless chicken, determined to make everything perfect for Grace’s special day. I won’t let anything or anyone ruin it.
A low growl escapes me when I remember I can’t see my mate until we’re at the altar. Grace didn’t sleep in our room last night because of some stupid custom, and I slept like shit without her. Maybe that’s why I’m biting everyone’s head off since before the sun came up.
I’m halfway up the stairs, hoping to take a nap before the ceremony, when a loud splash from the kitchen stops me dead in my tracks. My feet skid on the polished stairs, and I almost trip and smash my face before I steady myself.
I pray to Fates that whatever it is has nothing to do with the wedding, but flashes of a certain Asian man-child hovering around the kitchen come to mind. I knew the number of desserts stocked in the room and its easy access to Seiji weren’t a good combination.
I rush downstairs, feeling it in my bones that whatever is behind that kitchen door is going to push me off the edge.
And I’m proven right when I step inside and nearly slip on my wedding cake… that’s on the motherfucking floor.
Seiji. Fucking. Nakaya. He’s dead.
I take a deep breath and link Anxo to get here in the next second if he wants to stop me from killing his Prince of Famine. I won’t care if he’s late. He’ll just mop up the blood while I apologize to Grace for ruining our wedding day.
I’m blinded by rage and ready to pounce until August peeks out from behind Seiji’s legs.
Damn it. One look at the kid with cake smeared all over his mouth, and all my fury flies out the window.
Why the fuck is he so cute?
Anxo rushes in with the others, and fortunately, no one is dressed yet, so at least I won’t feel bad about ruining their clothes with Seiji’s blood. August gets a pass, but Seiji is going down.
As soon as Anxo sees the cake—the same one my mate was so excited about—he cautiously nudges Grace into my arms, fully aware I’m seconds away from murdering our future Famine.
It’ll be fine. Akihiko and Yua are considering having another child. There’s no way the next one will be as bad as Seiji. If you think about it, I’ll be doing the entire kingdom a favor.
“I wasn’t me!”
A stupid thing to say when both culprits are holding cake-dipped spoons with chocolate smeared across their faces.
Caught under my blank stare, Seiji surrenders with a sigh. “Okay, maybe I had something to do with it. We just wanted to check if everything was good, but then it fell… all on its own. I swear on Fates. Ask August.”
The little doe-eyed werewolf nods enthusiastically, hiding his spoon behind his back.
I see so much of Nevaeh in this kid, it scares me sometimes. Anyone who met them for the first time would automatically assume August is her biological son. It’s his eyes that make you question otherwise.
Seiji takes a step back but stops his attempt to escape when I glare at him.
My Divine inches closer to the surface, and when I feel my control slipping away, I turn to my mate. “I want to kill him.”
