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“How is Edme?” Ramiel smirked.
“Recovering.” Wrath met his stare and held it, proud that he didn’t use his fists instead. Haziel should be trotting along any moment now. Whither goest Ramiel and all that crap. If he accomplished one thing before he and Haziel parted, it would be to convince her how far beneath her she was punching. Ramiel didn’t deserve any part of that female.
“Fuck me,” Leviathan said in her throaty drawl as she stood in the doorway in all her tall, willowy, kickass beauty, and for a moment, Wrath wondered if that was an invitation or an expression of disgust.
Ramiel was eye humping her in a way that made Wrath want to make him eat his teeth. He had a brief and delightful mental of Ramiel shitting his own chicklets. Everything on the normal then.
“Wrath.” Levi’s pouty, red mouth split into a pure sin smile. “You’re looking delicious as ever.”
“Back at ya.” He winked at her.
Levi chuckled and sashayed into the room.
Before Zeb had staked his claim, he and Levi had enjoyed a delightful no strings kind of connection. Unlike Ava, Levi didn’t want to hand him his wedding tackle for their affair ending. Wrath wished Zeb luck with trying to stamp his mine-all-mine on Levi. The hell prince was the defining free spirit and wouldn’t be tied to any being.
She dropped on the sofa beside him in a soft chuff of leather and air. “How many more of these fucking gatherings are we all going to have to endure?”
“Good afternoon.” Gabriel clippity-cloppitied her way into the greenroom on her high heels. She pinned Levi with a headmistress lip purse. “And you are aware that a gathering would not have been called unless under the direst of circumstances.”
Levi stretched her long, leather-clad legs in front of her. “Super.”
As Wrath had suspected he would be, Beelzebub followed hot on Levi’s trail. He clocked her sitting beside him, and his jaw tightened. “Wrath.”
“Zeb.”
Zeb’s face softened, which in the case of this particular hell prince, was like granite easing into quartz. “Levi.”
“Hey, handsome,” Levi rasped.
Flushing, Zeb wedged himself on the sofa on the other side of Levi and draped his arm over the back.
Wrath grinned at him to let him know he saw his bullshit and didn’t give a crap.
The arrival of the other archangels chimed inside him, and he tensed along with Zeb and Levi.
Looking like a fucking Abercrombie & Who’s-a-little-bitch commercial, they strolled into the greenroom in a six pack. Michael headed the flexing and radiating prissy posse.
“Jesus.” Levi rammed a pair of Ray-Bans over her eyes. “Can you turn down the lightshow?”
Gabriel consulted her tablet. “We are still missing Belphegor, Shade, Mammon, and Lucifer from your side.”
“Present and accounted for.” Shade strolled into the greenroom, smelling like Eddie and looking like a being with a lot on his mind. As much as Wrath wanted to hate the thing between Eddie and Shade, he had seen the way she clung to Shade. He’d also noticed the way Shade didn’t want to be any place other than close to Eddie. And he owed Shade for doing what he hadn’t been able to: finding Eddie.
Still, he’d only just found his daughter, and it now looked like he might need to share her with another. The years he’d missed with Eddie sat like old porridge in his gut. Even with all the power in this room, they couldn’t turn back time and give him what he’d lost.
“How is Edme?” Zeb glanced at him.
And it gave the sweetest relief to say, “She’s recovering well.”
“Oh my.” Ava strutted in, her hips going like she had a pair of bongo drums laying down a slick track in her head. It was a good look on her. Even though he wasn’t going there again, he could see why he had. She let her gaze do the walking over Michael. “We should totally do this more often.”
Michael stiffened.
Shade chuckled. Yeah, they didn’t need the lust hell prince to read the play on that one.
He almost missed Belle cruising Ava’s wake and making herself small near the microwave. Easily the physically tiniest of the beings in the room, Belphegor liked to stick to herself and keep her opinions between her teeth. She reminded him of a tiny, sparkly sprite with her shiny waves of platinum hair and big blue eyes. Sending her a nod, he got a small smile in return.
“So.” Gabriel tapped at her ever-present tablet. Wrath was convinced that thing was fused to her soul as well as her hand. And speaking of fused, Raguel joined them, whispered something in Gabriel’s ear and then made like a ghost. Poor bastard. He’d really drawn the archangel short straw with that assignment. “Still missing Bel—I beg your pardon. Just Lucifer.”
