Page 82 of Conflicted

We took a seat, Dagon glowering at me once again. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, accosting our mate like this?”

“I didn’taccosthim. I merely asked him if he wanted an ice cream.”

Lucky nodded, his tongue swiping to catch the drips. “He did.”

Dagon’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not buying it. Demons always have an ulterior motive.”

I smirked. “Well you’d know, being the son of the most powerful one.”

His glare turned deadly. “Careful, Nox. You might be used to playing with fire, but fuck with one of us and you’ll definitely get burned.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bit dramatic?”

“All the time,” Lucky piped up, winking at me from behind his ice cream. “They all are.”

Dagon closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. “Darling, could we not do this in front of other random supes?”

Lucky rolled his eyes. “Nox isn’t random. He saved me from Hell, remember? I highly doubt he’s here with any ill intent. Besides, if he’s endangered and you don’t protect him, I’ll pay with my immortality. Or did you forget that tiny detail?”

From the look on his face, Dagonhadforgotten it. “I can’t believe you were stupid enough to make that deal in the first place.”

“Meh.” Lucky shrugged. “It got us out of there. Besides, Nox doesn’t look like the kind of bloke to get himself into trouble.”

I choked on my saliva as Dagon buried his head in his hands.

“Lucky, he’s literally a demon.”

“So are you, but you’re not always getting yourself into trouble.” Lucky paused, tilting his head to the side like he was thinking. “Actually, scratch that. You do all have a knack of stumbling into dangerous, world-ending shit.”

Dagon muttered something under his breath before turning to me. “So? What do you want?”

Lucky poked him in the ribs and hissed, “Don’t be rude. He bought me a Mr. Whippy withtwoflakes and sprinkles.”

I bit my lip as Dagon sighed. “Lucky, you have enough money in your account to buy every ice cream van in the country three times over.”

“It’s not the point,” Lucky said around a mouthful of ice cream. “The point is, he bought it for me. He hasn’t threatened me or been rude, so you need to benice. You know, how you are with me.”

Dagon’s eyes heated. “Maybe not exactly as I am with you.”

I watched their easy interaction with fascination, knowing that they were Dimitri’s fated mates. These were the men who’d captured his heart where Micah could not.

Suddenly it all made sense. They couldn’t have been more different to my Micah. The seriousness that I loved about him was missing entirely. Both of them seemed content living in the moment, not worrying about what the future might bring.

Maybe that was what Dimitri needed. I’d come to learn that the life of a Seraphim was far from easy. Maybe that was why fate had given him mates who could alleviate what he carried.

Maybe that was why fate had given me to Micah.

My chest ached. I’d never share with him what Lucky and Dagon shared with Dimitri. We’d never know this easy happiness that appeared to exist between them.

I could alleviate Micah’s burden though. If I sent a message to the higher-ups, hopefully he wouldn’t be punished in the same way again. And then I’d be out of his life too.

He’d be free to give his heart to whoever he truly wanted.

I tried to ignore how desperately my chest ached at the thought.

Dragging myself back to the present moment, I cleared my throat. “I do have an ulterior motive?—”

“Called it,” Dagon muttered.

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