Page 60 of Leda's Log

“In the Veil. At an old Immortal site.”

The two of them exchanged loaded looks.

“Are you all right?” I asked Sierra, leaning down to check her for injuries.

“I’m fine. Thanks to him.” She looked up at Harker like he was the shining star of her universe.

I waved one of the soldiers forward. “Take Colonel Sunstorm to the medical ward.”

He waved off my concerns. “I’m fine, Leda.”

“No, you aren’t.” I plucked a glass shard out of his arm, and he winced. “You look like a porcupine. You can either allow this friendly soldier to bring you to the medical ward, or I will drag you there by your hair.”

“Fine,” Harker bit out. “I’ll go.” He turned to leave.

“Harker.”

He turned back around.

“Thank you for protecting my daughter,” I said, wrapping my arm around Sierra. “I am very grateful.”

“Grateful, you say?” He snorted. “I’d hate to see you upset, Leda.”

“Is he going to be all right?” Sierra asked me quietly as Harker left the treasury.

“Of course. He’s an angel. And angels are tough.”

“Will he…have any scars?”

“He shouldn’t. Angels heal fast.”

“Good.” She took a deep breath, nodding to herself. “He has such a pretty face.”

I chuckled. “Just don’t say that to your Aunt Bella.”

“Why not?” Sierra blinked. “She has eyes. She must realize what a hottie he is.”

“Yes, well, some of us can be a little possessive of our hottie husbands.” I looked toward Nero.

Sierra followed my gaze. The moment her eyes crossed Nero’s, they went from soft and dreamy to sharp and serious.

“I told you that you were being robbed,” she said, striding toward him. “You really should listen to me, Dad. I’m an angel. That means I’m always right. You taught me that.”

I snorted.

Nero’s gaze passed from Sierra to me.

“Hey, she does have a point,” I told her. “Plus, I thought you’d be happy that she’s learned your lessons well.”

His brows lifted, ever-so-slightly. “She’s learned your lessons equally well, Pandora.”

General Fireswift’s words distracted me from flirting some more with Nero.

“Stay back,” he was telling Sierra. “That wall isn’t sound. It might collapse on you.”

“I’m an angel,” she replied, pushing back her shoulders. “And I can survive a wall falling on top of me, thank you very much.”

I reached out and took her hand. “Even so, let’s put some distance between you and the completely unstable wall. This is a disaster zone, Sierra.”

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