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She gave him her name. She called it a small thing, but it wasn’t. Not to him. It was the sign he’d been waiting for, proof that he finally had her heart—
So, of course, that was precisely when someone knocked at the office door a split second before the knob began to turn again.
Only three other souls apart from Micah would dare approach the Angels of Sin City’s sanctuary and walk inside so boldly; four, now, if he counted his soulmate. Raze’s reputation as ruthless was well-earned, and though Sam hadn’t caused a death in millennia, every faction being in Las Vegas knew him as Death. Micah was the good one. The kind one. The one no one was afraid of.
Then again, if the person on the other side of that door was interrupting him at the worst possible moment for no good reason, that might just change…
Reluctantly pulling away from his mate, Micah narrowed his gaze at the door. As he thought, he recognized the celestial aura pulsing against the entrance.
Raze was in London; he’d left a few days ago. Cael was out on the casino floor where he left him. And though he knew the aura intimately, he still had a hard time believing who was out there until the moment the dark-haired, white-winged angel came strolling into the office with a casually tossed, “Oh, didn’t realize you had company, Micah.”
Sam was full of shit, too. Their powers were waning, but they weren’t so weak that he wouldn’t have sensed another soul in the office. Especially not when they were Hell-touched the way Micah’s witch was.
For the last seven decades, Sam was rarely at the hotel. He left the running of House of Sin to Raze and Micah, busying himself with his do-gooder deeds. Even after he moved Polly into the Twilight Sphere, he’d rather be buried deep inside of his impish mate than dealing with business.
So what in the name of God was he doing there just then?
Unless he waited a handful of days after his last visit to Micah to see if the youngest angel prince had taken his advice…
Yup. That seemed like a very Sam thing to do. Unfortunately, he had the absolute worst timing ever.
Micah scowled at his brother. “What do you need, Sam?”
Sam didn’t answer. He just winked.
And Micah… he thought he understood.
Even as Sam entered the office, Micah refused to let go of Cinder; because they weren’t alone anymore, she wasn’t his Dawn—but that was something he could fix real quick. His continued embrace, his arm slung securely around her waist, made that perfectly clear.
The look on Sam’s tanned face said that he understood, too.
“Me? Nothing.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“With Raze gone, I thought I should take a tour of the casino floor, make sure everything’s running smoothly.” Considering Cael had been their floor manager for as long as House of Sin had been open, it was unnecessary—and Micah understood that, too. “Since it is, I thought I’d pop into the office.”
Micah and Cinder were standing in the center of the room. Utterly ignoring how he’d obviously walked in on something, Sam dropped into Raze’s seat. He propped his boots on the edge of their eldest brother’s desk, a gleam in his dark eyes.
“Since I’m here,” he added, lips curving suggestively, “maybe you want to take a break, bro. I got it tonight. Polly’s having her blonde curls dyed pink down at Twilight Beauty, and she’s got Becca with her. My mate’s trying to convince Raze’s demoness that her red hair would like striking streaked with black, so maybe you want to avoid heading down near the lobby area.” He tapped the side of his nose before saluting Micah and Cinder. “Plausible deniability while Raze is gone, you know.”
Micah was pretty sure he did—and not only because Raze was uptight enough to lose it on Polly if she managed to push Becca into doing something she wouldn’t ordinarily do.
He glanced over at Cinder. “Looks like an early night. Maybe we could finish our conversation upstairs? We can order in some room service and… you said you wanted to talk. We could do that up there.”
Her eyes brightened. “I’d like that.”
Sam cleared his throat before calling out, “So long as you both know ‘talk’ is a euphemism for finally fucking already, take all the time you need. I got this.”
Was there ever a more embarrassing brother than Sam? As Micah’s cheeks heated up, he was willing to wager that there wasn’t. And, considering he owned and operated a casino with his brothers, he was a pro at gauging odds.
But Cinder… she actually laughed. A soft chuckle under her breath, she pointedly ignored Sam’s blunt tease as she turned into Micah. The tips of her warm fingers ghosted over the heights of his cheekbones.
“Talk about a royal flush,” she murmured. “I didn’t know your skin could get so red.”
“I…” I what? “Don’t listen to Sam. Now that he has his mate, he thinks that I won’t be happy until I’ve claimed mine.” Micah swallowed again, his entire focus on Cinder’s beautiful face. He leaned into her touch. “I’ve claimed you.”
“But you haven’t,” she whispered back, the words for him alone. “Not yet, at least. But… if you want to, I’d like that, too.”
Micah stiffened. His back, and his cock. He’d already been growing hard, Cinder’s lush body pressed up against him as he kissed her, but the suggestion laced in her tone…
Had he misunderstood this time? “You… you want to—”
“Mate you? Claim you as my mate? Be yours forever? Yes. Yes, I do. I love you, Micah. I… I always have.”
That was all he needed to hear. Letting go of her waist, he quickly took her hand in his. “Sam, you get your wish. House of Sin is your responsibility tonight. I’m taking the rest of it off.”
Then, before he thought better of what he was about to do, Micah squeezed Cinder’s hand. When she squeezed back, he started to lead her toward the exit to the office. His witch eagerly matched him step for step, holding onto him tightly.
The last thing he heard before the door closed behind them was Sam shouting out, “And I better not see you come up for air for at least a couple of days, you two. Enjoy the honeymoon!”
