She blinked, confused, and then laughed. “Oh, my gods. I wasn’t asking you guys to help me likethat.” She made anickface, which was kind of insulting. “I want you to help me pick the right guy. Maybe someone from DART, but not our Brussels office. If things don’t work out, I don’t want to have to see him all the time afterward, you know?”
Okay, so that was an icepick to the heart. Blade had wanted Scotty for so long and had suffered through watching her date, even though she’d never actually slept with any of the guys. Now, she wanted him to find someone for her to fuck? To take her virginity?
Hell, no.
“Uh…” Mace swallowed, making his personal Seminus symbol on his throat, an eagle in flight, appear to flap its wings. Like his biological father, Wraith, the male was never at a loss for words. But he looked absolutely gobsmacked now. “I don’t…I mean, shouldn’t you be the one making that decision?”
“Comeon.” She rolled her hazel eyes so hard she probably got a glimpse of her brain. “I have the worst taste in males. You’ve seen the idiots I’ve dated. Remember Shawn? And Adam?”
Oh, yeah, Blade remembered. She’d met Adam, a human, in the produce section of a grocery store and liked that he hadn’t known who she was. When she told him, three dates in, he’d freaked out and ghosted her.
But Shawn…thatfucker had known full well that she was the daughter of Ares, the Horseman of the Apocalypse known as War. They’d met at a friend’s party, and as a half-demon who ran a vodka distillery, he’d been enamored with her. Unfortunately, his fascination had turned to obsession, and it had taken a visit from Blade and Mace, a few broken bones, and the threat of all four Horsemen knocking on his door to convince him to leave her alone.
Sure, she would have destroyed the guy herself, but they’d beaten her to it.
Blade waffled. “I don’t know, Scotty.” On one hand, it would kill him to know that he’d played a part in selecting a guy to fuck her. On the other, he could make sure the guy wasn’t an asshole. She deserved someone worthy. Someone who would cherish every second with her.
Someone Blade might not be tempted to kill afterward.
Riiiight. Who was he fooling? He’d crave the destruction of any male who took what Blade desired. He was kinda like his dad, Shade, in that way. No one touched what was important to him.
Scotty jammed her fists onto her hips again, as if this time she’dlook less cute and more serious. “What’s the matter? You owe me. I’ve hooked you guys up with a million females. Remember Sasha? And Triska? My friend Lushus?”
“Ah, Lushus.” Mace grinned. “She was always game for anything.”
Blade grunted in agreement. The curvy, insatiable half-succubus had been hot for both. They’d barely kept up with her, and they were freaking incubi who needed sex with a female to survive.
“Whatever happened to her?” Blade asked. “She up and disappeared about a year ago.”
“Ugh.” Scotty shook her head in dismay. “She decided to ‘embrace her human side,’ so she joined a cult and now only gives it up to the nine leaders. They’re trying to fuck the evil out of her or some shit. I’m sure it’s totally legit,” she said dryly. “Now, back to my problem. Are you guys going to help me, or what?”
No way.
But, man, she had that muley look on her face that said she’d get what she wanted, one way or another. Mace saw it too, and his expression was resigned as he glanced over at Blade.
Shit.
“Yeah,” Mace muttered as he delivered a brutal kick to a dead demon’s skull. “I guess I’m in.”
Not wanting to seem petty or raise questions, Blade nodded woodenly. “Same.”
Scotty gave them a bright smile. “You guys are the best.”
Mace practically preened at the compliment. Dude soaked up flattery like a sponge. But Blade only felt sick to his stomach because he knew what would happen.
His dream female was about to plunge him right into his worst nightmare.
Boom.
The rhythmic thump of hard-rock music reverberated through the upper level of the complex Mace shared with his cousins, making hishead pound and his body pulse.
Boom.
Dammit. Hiscockshould be what was pulsing right now.
He pulled away from the gorgeous, ebony-haired, dark-skinned female he’d beenthis closeto stripping naked. Cursing, he swiped up theDeadpoolT-shirt he’d just dropped to the floor.
“Sorry,” he told her. “I’ll be right back.”
