Diamonds.
I gaped at it. “I am not wearing that when I have a perfectly nice pair of jeans and a tank top over there.” I pointed to the clothes in question.
Which caused Melek to glance from me to the other outfit—an outfit that promptly disappeared into a pile of glitter. “Oh, that won’t do.”
I glared at him. “Then I’ll keep wearing Az’s shirt.”
“I can make that turn into glitter, too,” Melek warned. “Shall I?”
“Just put on the clothes, Camillia,” Ajax said, sounding tired. “We won’t win this game.”
We?I thought.Where is thewein this situation? I’m the one being forced into a corset.
“I’m not a doll to be dressed up,” I told Melek more than Ajax. “If you’re going to make me change, at least let me pick what I want to wear.”
The Hell Fae Prince looked me up and down and hummed, “Hmm, all right. What would you like to wear, little angel? I can tell you if it’s court appropriate or not.”
“Black jeans and a tank top. Preferably with undergarments.”
He studied me for a long moment before whispering into Ajax’s ear again.
The Midnight Fae aimed his wand at me, his expression one of utter exhaustion as he wove his pine-scented magic through the air. I yelped as it crawled over my skin, forcing me into an outfit of their choosing.
My mouth opened to protest—or curse—only for me to realize that Melek had mostly allowed my choice.
Black pants—not jeans, but a soft material—complete with knee-high leather boots with killer heels.
A deep red strapless top that tied up the back like a corset, but more comfortable. I couldn’t see the strands, but I felt them. The sweetheart neckline cut beautifully across my cleavage, making me look biker-bar-ready.
And a pair of dark, lacy gloves adorned my hands all the way up to my elbows, the fabric shimmering as it moved.
“Okay.” I could accept this outfit, even if it clung to me like a second skin.
“Just one more thing,” Melek murmured, his hand in his pocket.
My eyes widened as he pulled a familiar necklace into view. “Oh, no. No, no, no. That necklace is trouble.”
“It’s protection,” he countered. “And you’re going to need that in the palace, little angel.”
“The last time—”
“If he has the talisman back, then Typhos gave it to him,” Az interjected. “Which means you have permission to wear it.”
I blinked. “But…”But Lucifer knows I touched the source. Why would he allow this?
“Trust me,” Melek murmured, stepping around Az’s large frame to reach my neck.
“Trust you,” I repeated incredulously. “I can’t trust any of you.”
“A very wise statement,” Az agreed. “But I would accept Melek’s gift. It might be the only one you’ll ever get.”
I narrowed my gaze, realizing what he meant.My blade. The bastard had distracted me with that kiss—and everything else—just to take it back.
“We’ll see,” I told him, accepting the challenge in his vibrant gaze.
His lips twitched. “Yes, I suppose we will.” He held his hand out toward Ajax. “Go ahead and take us to the palace. Melek can handle Camillia.”
I nearly snorted.So much for us all traveling together.
