Then it’s our turn. Elijah nods at Hazel, clearly familiar with her as Anxo’s Warriorhead, but freezes when his eyes land on me standing right beside her.
A strangled sound escapes him. “She’syourmate?”
I’m not surprised he caught on so quickly. Angels can see the red thread the Fates use to bind soulmates.
I laugh at his stunned expression. “You have missed quite a lot, my friend.”
Elijah pulls me into a tight hug before turning to Hazel.“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Seagrave. I’m deeply sorry the Fates dumped this idiot in your lap.”
I’m surrounded by traitors.
Hazel laughs, and Elijah immediately puffs up.
I don’t know why she’s laughing so hard. He’s not even that funny.
I’m funnier, smarter, clearly more charming. Everyone knows I’m the whole damn package… except my mate.
When Elijah doesn’t move, I elbow him in the stomach and drag Hazel away.
Thank Fates, she doesn’t question the abrupt exit, falling into step beside me.
We stop at the entrance of the grand ballroom. Deep crimson curtains cascade in heavy waves, stark against the gleaming gold walls. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft golden glow across the marble floors, lulling you into a false sense of calm in a room full of predators.
The moment I’m spotted, I’m pulled into a flurry of introductions and forced pleasantries. I’ve missed the last twogatherings, and within seconds, it’s clear the politics have shifted.
When the crowd around me finally disperses, I can focus on Hazel again, who is not standing with arms folded, glaring at a woman across the room, draped head to toe in sapphires.Bold choice.
“Wow. We’ve been here ten minutes, and you’ve already made an enemy.”
“She’s looking at me funny.”
I laugh. “You just emptied an armory at the entrance. Of course, she’s looking at you funny.” Hazel only rolls her eyes harder. “Now I see how you make mortal enemies everywhere you go.”
“Hey, it’s not always my fault. I didn’t know ‘suck my dick’ was a trigger for men until the god of thunder struck me with lightning.”
I throw my head back, laughing loud enough to draw attention. Hazel’s lip twists before she schools her expression and goes back to glaring at the woman.
I lean closer, lowering my voice. “Personally, I think you look hot when you glare.” Her eyes snap to me, a flush spreading across her cheeks in seconds.
Hazel opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She’s speechless.
How fucking adorable.
She looks away, avoiding my eyes. “You’re so weird.”
“Says the woman who brought ten daggers to Hell.”
“You’ll thank me for it when we have to stab our way out of here.”
“Are all pretty girls this delusional, or is that just you?”
A deeper blush floods her face, and this time, Hazel turns away completely to hide it.
I grab two glasses from the server walking by and pass one to her. I purposely make sure our fingers brush as she takes the glass, and Hazel doesn’t miss it. She stops herself before she can glare at me, because now she knows just how much I like it.
“I love it when you blush.”
“I think I threw up in my mouth,” My hellfire grumbles under her breath as I raise my glass to my lips, feeling stupidly pleased with myself.
