Ten minutes later, Hazel hits the ground… and I know I’ve made a mistake.
Her face is flushed, her usually soft monolid eyes burning with anger, and all of it is aimed at me. I know she can’t hurt me… but I’m a little scared now.
Hazel pounds the ground with her fist. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
This looks like a tantrum.
“Aw, are you feeling hormonal, honey?” I coo.
I might have a death wish.
She glares up at me. “No, just homicidal…honey.”
I know she’s furious, but Fates, she just called me honey. Maybe this wasn’t a completely stupid idea.
I tear my eyes from my seething mate at the sound of my daughter laughing her ass off, tears streaming down her cheeks.I gesture for her to cut it out by dragging my thumb across my throat, but that only makes her laugh harder.
I’m so fucked.
Hazel dusts herself off, and I see she’s about to get so I offer her my hand… like a fucking idiot. How can someone mess up so many times in such a short time?
It’s like Iwantto get stabbed.
Hazel ignores my hand and pushes herself up,pinning me with another glare. This time, I’m smart—and scared—enough not to smile.
“You were amazing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We should do this again. It’s a good learning opportunity.”
Hazel’s brows shoot up, but she stays quiet as my eyes widen in horror when I realize how that sounded.
“I meant forme. I could learn a lot from you. You just took down over a dozen warriors and beattwoHorsemen.”
Her glare softens slightly, but then Nevaeh, Harvey, and Seiji start giggling like little children, and she rolls her eyes.
Before Hazel stomps away, she looks at me over her shoulder, her gaze sharp as her blades, a barely concealed smirk on her lips. “Enjoy the next twenty-four hours.”
“Is that a threat or just how you wish people a good day?” I call after her, but she doesn’t answer. Shit.
“I’ll sleep with one eye open if I were you.” Harvey bumps my shoulder.
“I’ll move to a different realm if I were you,” Seiji adds helpfully.
Shit.
4. Cupid screwed up
Hazel
Iwake with a start, panting like I’ve just run a marathon. My heart climbs into my throat when I blink, everything blurring together. My room spins until the royal blue couch in the corner anchors me.
Keeping the rich blue blur as my focus point, I force myself to breathe until my head stops spinning, counting familiar things around me. my warm bed, the sheer curtains whipping in the wind.
Did I leave my window open?
Slowly, the panic clawing at my nerves eases until I breathe without wheezing.
