“You’re confident Nevaeh will like your plans?”
Anxo has everything planned—the flowers, the food, even their outfits. Every detail is handled without anyone lifting a finger. Overachiever.
It feels like he’s been planning this for years.
“A hundred percent.”
Cocky, huh? Let’s see how well my future son-in-law really knows his mate.
“Flowers?”
“Daisies”
“Cake?”
He gives me a deadpan look, muttering under his breath about how easy this is.
“Chocolate.”
“The color of her Dress?”
“Gold. She’s going to look like a goddess.” I ignore the look that flashes across his face for both of our sakes.
“Guests?”
He smirks. “Basically everyone. She wants to show off her husband.”
Who would’ve thought my daughter would willingly invite hundreds of people to her wedding?
“Butterflies?”
Anxo stops and glares at me. “Trick question. Nevaeh would kill me if I brought butterflies to our wedding.”
Smart man. He wants to live.
17. The Grim Reaper… and his Siren
Dean
Istorm out of my office, stomping like a toddler. I know it’s not fair that my head reaper, Vesta, had to handle a lot of the workload in my absence, but does she really have to dump all of it on me as payback?
Anxo handled most of my responsibilities, but he’s not hellbent on punishing me. Unlike a certain someone.
Even before I went to purgatory, Vesta took care of anything I refused to do—which was a lot—so yes, maybe I deserve her wrath. But making me go to the human realm on my day off? That’s just cruel.
It’s basically harassment.
I hate, hate, hatehumans. Except Grace, of course. They are whiny, helpless creatures who constantly complain about their world but refuse to get off their ass and do something about it.
I’m grumbling to myself, pouting about having to do my job, when I see Hazel walking down the stairs.
My day just gotwaybetter.
Her hair is still dripping from the shower, and the faint lavender scent pulls me toward her on instinct.
She just got back from training her kids, which means she’s mostly free for the rest of the day, and an idea takes root in my head.
It could be fun. We could spend some time together, get to know each other better. If nothing else, it might take her mind off the jellyfish king.
