“Oh, she doesn’t have any…”
The rest dies in my throat when Hazel rolls her eyes and pulls two daggers from behind her. I lean back, trying to figure out where she had hidden them, but there’s nothing to see except her corset hugging her like a second skin.
I distinctly remember telling her to leave her precious daggers at home. More than once. I should’ve known better. When has my fiery siren ever nodded her head and agreed to do what I asked?
When the demon keeps staring expectantly, Hazel groans and pulls the long pin from her bun, which is, of course, yet another dagger.
What the fuck.
I nearly swallow my tongue as her bun falls apart, dark glossy waves spilling over her shoulders in smooth waves. Her hair is pin-straight, which means she curled it. How cute. I barely hold back the way my fingers itch to run through the soft curls.
My hand finds her lower back, ready to leave, but the guard stops us.
Again.
“Apologies, Horseman Blackburn, but… the future Queen still has more weapons on her.”
She’s already given up three daggers. There’s no way—
Hazel huffs, placing a hand on my shoulder and hiking her trousers up before removing two more daggers from a garter strapped to her thighs.
I clear my throat and snap my gaze to the sky, but the image of her milky smooth thighs wrapped in lace will be permanently burned into my brain.
I turn to the knight, praying to the Fates we’re done, but he’s still staring at Hazel like his patience is hanging by a thread.
I know the feeling, man.
“Please tell me you don’t have more.” I turn to Hazel, her adorable heart-shaped face has guilt written all over it in capital letters.
Oh, for fucks sake.
Where is she even hiding this many weapons?
I can only gape as my mate pulls out three more daggers, one from the front of her corset, two from her boots.
She catches me staring at her with my jaw on the floor and smirks. Of course she does.
The demon finally nods, and Hazel saunters off without a word.
The moment we’re out of earshot, she glances back and leans into me, her fresh citrus scent pulling me in.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got two more.”
Why?
How?
Why?!
“Where?” I whisper, afraid of the answer.
Her eyes narrow. “Close enough. So you better be on your best behavior.”
I don’t know if I’m scared or in love. Probably both.
I find Elijah in the hallway, playing host. He pulls Nevaeh and Anxo into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to August’s head before one of his knights guides Nevaeh and August to where his mate is waiting for them.
He shakes Khatri’s hand and ushers him inside.
