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“That’s awful, did they catch who did it?”
“Oh yeah, Legion made sure to get a name from the asshole who set it off,” Styx says.
“Legion got the name?”
“He’s in charge of interrogation,” Reagan explains.
“He’s almost as good as I am at it too,” Styx adds.
Reagan smirks. “Anyway, they just brought in the guy who set it all up,” she finishes.
“That’s great. But… how does a game of paintball help?”
This time, Styx is the one who answers. “It’s not just the attack on the wall. Sorry, Reagan.”
“No, please.” Reagan waves at her to keep going.
“The Tartarus army has spent the last several thousand years preparing for battle,” Styx explains. “The guardian who held the king’s soul was the ultimate target.” Reagan smiles ruefully at that. “But we were always preparing for a full assault. Whatever it took to get his soul back. That kind of prep builds tension. The thirst for battle and blood. But, turns out the situation has resolved another way.”
Reagan snorts, and I realize she’s much cooler about finding herself mated to a god than I feel about being mated to a death dragon. But the sharpness in her gaze tells me she wasn’t always this chill.
Styx grins at her before adding, “The peaceful turn of events left our army with a lot of pent-up fight in them and nowhere to put it.”
“And they need to blow off steam,” I finish.
“Bingo. Oh.” She leans forward, her gaze completely caught up on one of the men down below.
I watch as someone fires a shot at him, but by the time it hits the male’s skin, the paint slides right off what looks like a stone bicep. The soldier who fired complains, but the male yells out, “The shot is only good if it sticks!”
The male glances up at our balcony, his gaze aimed right at Styx.
“Is that…?” Reagan starts, following the direction of Styx’s stare.
“That’s Corvin,” Styx says without taking her eyes off the male.
“Is he your mate?” I ask.
She grimaces. “It’s complicated.”
“Welcome to the club,” I say, instantly wishing I could take back the words. These are Legion’s friends, after all. Not mine.
But Reagan and Styx both shoot me a small, knowing grin, and before I know it, I find myself grinning right back.
Chapter 25
Tori
Legion is bruised and bloody when he returns to get me after the game. But his smile is brilliant. Reagan has already gone, but Styx waited with me. She snorts at the sight of his smug face then shakes her head and says to me, “He’s going to be unbearable now. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, but she’s already slipping out, her attention focused on the male she called Corvin where he waits for her just through the balcony door.
“Hey,” Legion calls out. “Nice work today,” Legion tells the male. He looks at Styx. “Next time we do drinks, bring your boyfriend. He’s cool.”
Styx frowns. “He’s not my?—”
“I’ll be there,” Corvin says with a crooked smile.
Styx scowls and walks off. Corvin follows, still smiling.
