Angel is adorned in a lavender jacket with shimmering gold threads. The patterns are creating an illusion, as if they’re dancing across his arms. Underneath, a sheer white shirt is tucked neatly into trousers with matching embroidery near the pockets.
The shirt barely hides the intricate Horsemen markings on Angel’s chest and abs, which officially makes it my favorite part of the outfit.
I’m still tongue-tied when Angel scoops me up in his strong arms.
“Let’s get you dolled up first, then we’ll tackle the dress together. Grace made sure it suits your style and comfort, so I’m not too worried about you wanting to murder her once you see it.”
Angel gently places me on the chair in front of the dressing table. He opens the makeup bag Grace put together and lays everything out in a tidy row.
Before I can even decide where to begin, he reminds me, “Only use what you like. Don’t worry about what others might be expecting.”
I can barely focus on what I’m doing as my mate parts my hair into sections and starts curling it into loose waves—just the way I like it.
I stare at him, dumbfounded. How can anyone be this perfect?
I don’t even realize I’m crying until Angel switches off the curling rod and crouches in front of me, not giving a fuck about wrinkling his clothes.
I love his attention.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He wipes a tear with his thumb. I swear the softness in his eyes is going to be the death of me one day.
“It’s too good. Everything you do, everything you are…” Angel blinks at me when I start sobbing and hiccupping like an idiot. “You’re so good to me, it feels like a dream.Youfeel like a dream. And it doesn’t help that you look likethat!How are you even real? Why do you have to be so fucking amazing all the damn time—”
My rambling is cut off when Angel suddenly captures my lips, but it doesn’t last long because he can’t stop smiling into our kiss.
I lean back and catch the sight of his smug face—and thatsmirk. Somebody kill me now before his smile does.
I groan and bury my face in his neck. “I can’t even look at you without wanting to kiss you again.”
Angel starts laughing, but it stops abruptly when I give in to the urge to bite his neck and suck, loving the taste of him on my tongue.
He groans, low and needy, but pulls back. “I have to focus on getting you out of the room before I don’t let you leave at all.”
Something about his rough breath against my neck damn near compels me to yell,‘Sure, let’s do it!’
Angel composes himself with great pain and goes back to curling my hair while I recall the makeup tips Grace gave me.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“Khatri found Micah. He’s hiding in the Forgotten Realm.”
I stay calm even though my body locks up. That man doesn’t get my fear. Not anymore.
I’m not worried about Visha. I’m familiar with her tricks, but Micah was always more vicious. I need him out of the picture and away from her. Without his strategies, Visha isn’t clever enough to wage a war against the Tetrad kingdom, let alone win.
“Why are you telling me this before the council meeting?”
Angel applies serum to the ends of my hair, brushing his fingers through the strands. “You get anxious when plans are made at the last minute. I’m giving you time to overthink, panic, and calm down by then.”
“I’m not sure if it’s creepy or sweet that you know me sowell.”
I giggle when he pushes my perfectly curled hair aside to kiss my neck.
Great. I’m a giggler now. Having a loving mate is terrible for my badass reputation.
But I love his kisses.
