“Nope. You really are radiant this morning. It’s like you had a good night of sex and sleep or something.”
“You’re so full of shit.” I laugh and he steals the sound away with his mouth. I lean into the embrace, sucking up every bit of giddiness pouring off of him.
“Seriously, you two? We do not have time for fornication. We’re going to be late.”
Our chuckles break us apart and they get louder as we face a scowling Amick.
“No one isfornicating,” Riven says. “I was captivated by Thayla’s beauty this morning.”
“I’m impressed you used both those words properly. Bravo, Riven.” I choke back my snort as Riven scoffs, while Amick’s smirk fades into a soft smile as he focuses on me. “You do look stunning today,Mysenta. Your haircut gracefully frames your face while highlighting your most striking features. The additional brightness surrounding you this morning, I believe is due to happiness, but I suppose a haircut could change your skin’s appearance as well.”
Gods, he’s so romantic and sexy with his very literal observation.
“Thank you, Candyman,” I say as I make my way to him.
He gives my forehead a quick kiss, while lacing our fingers. He tugs me toward the kitchen without another word and Riven snickers behind us.
“She’s ready now. Let’s go.”
Creed and Kyzen whip around, and smiles take over their faces. Amick sighs heavily as they surround me.
“You look ready to conquer the realm,” Kyzen says as he lays a kiss to my cheek.
“Let’s start with the Court and go from there.”
“I can put off going to Hell if you want me to stay with you,” Creed says.
“No, you can’t,” Amick cuts in before I can say anything, and I squeeze his fingers.
“I’ll be fine. I want you three to be safe, though. No Soul Chamber today. We’ll plan for that.”
“I know. I’m just going to have a conversation.”
I nod, although it makes me a little nervous. There’s no doubt in my mind that I really pissed Delun off. Creed needs to make sure he hasn’t done some stupid shit like hand all the beings in the lower level over to the God of Obliteration.
That’s the last damn thing we need.
V hoots and flies over to my shoulder, ruffling his face in my hair as we make our way out the front door, and my smile widens on my front lawn full of our friends.
So…normal.
“Shit,” Lambrit mutters as his mouth falls open. Then he laughs. “You finally did it. No more worries over those gods-forsaken knots.”
My eyes narrow at him playfully.
He used to have to help me brush my hair when I neglected doing it for a couple of days. Like most teenagers, I didn’t always take the best care of myself, and every time he’d jerk my head toohard, I’d threaten to throw his books away. He’d threaten to cut all my hair off if I didn’t start brushing it.
“It was time to let it go,” I say as my gaze drifts to Iric.
A breath of relief escapes me as he stares at my hair for a long moment, then gives me a small smile and dips his head.
I was right.
I got rid of the extra weight on my own.
“Uh, it’s beautiful. Someone tell me mine wouldn’t look good like that because I really want to chop all of it off now.”
I laugh at Yemi and try to picture her with shorter hair. Honestly, I think she’d look great.
