Page 24 of Dancing With Death

“Evelyn, how many times do I need to remind you I go by Wraith now? And you know I wasn’t speaking about you. It’s these other assholes we have to watch out for.” My mate sounds exasperated, but he’s smiling down at Evelyn. He leans down to hug her when she reaches him.

Donovan leans over so he can whisper in my ear. “Evelyn is a pride demon. She doesn’t take well to people questioning her integrity—even Death himself.”

“You act as if I can’t hear you, hellhound.” Evelyn turns to face me. “And who is this lovely creature?”

Wraith hurries back to my side. “Evelyn, this is mine and Donovan’s fated mate, Audrey. Audrey, this is Evelyn. She’s an old friend.”

Evelyn bats at his arm. “Stop calling me old. You’re older than me—by a lot. But I’m glad to hear you’ve met your mate, and that you share one. That must make things easier.”

I’m not usually someone who embarrasses easily, but my cheeks warm at her insinuation. I hold my hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Evelyn.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Audrey.” She shakes my hand, glancing between the three of us. “Not that I don’t appreciate the visit, but since neither of you wears leather, why are you here?”

I bounce on my toes. “Hopefully, it’s for me.”

Donovan snickers. “Yes, pretty girl, it’s for you. Our mate seems to prefer leather pants, and I like the way they look on her ass, so I thought we could get her some more.”

“Ahhhh, I can definitely help with that. Come with me, Audrey. Let’s discuss your likes and dislikes, and we can figure out what I have for you.” Evelyn pulls me away from my mates, and I glance back at them. Wraith told me not to leave their sides, but they’re letting a demon lead me away.

“You’re safe with Evelyn, trouble. I trust her,” Wraith assures me, and I shrug.

Thirty minutes later, I walk out of her tent wearing the most comfortable pair of leather pants. Plus, the ten pairs and a few shirts that Wraith sends back to the academy with his shadows—which is really fucking cool. Evelyn also promises to work on some designs for me she thinks I’ll love.

As my mates lead me through the crowds, I find I don’t mind it nearly as much as I thought I would. I was planning to fake it until I made it, but with Donovan’s arm around my waist and Wraith’s hand tangled with mine, I feel safe and protected. Half the time, I forget we’re surrounded by people as we shop.

Wraith wasn’t joking about haggling with the demons though—especially the greed demons.

Anything I look at ends up being bought. Both my mates ignore me when I tell them it’s too much before I finally stop complaining. If they want to spoil me, then I’ll let them.

I don’t think I’d want to wander the market on my own—I’d definitely freak out—but I hope they’ll bring me back. I meet so many people. Lots of demons, but so many other supernaturals that I wouldn’t have expected to be in the underworld. Apparently, some people choose to live here. Humans can’t. They can only enter the underworld as a spirit, but the rest of us? We can travel here whenever we want.

Not that it matters to me since I’m already dead, but I wonder why I never learned that. Is it not widely known by supernaturals? Or did my mom just not know? Or did she know and not tell us?

It’s not really important in the grand scheme of things, so I just let it go, allowing my mates to lead me from tent to tent until Wraith announces it’s time for lunch.

Chapter Ten

Audrey

I’mnotsurewhereI expected Wraith to lead us, but a pub wasn’t on the list of places I considered. He stands out in his sharp suit, but Donovan and I blend in with no problem.

It’s pretty busy considering it’s only lunchtime. The bar is completely full, as are most of the booths and tables.

“Wraith! Donovan!”

The three of us spin at the sound of their names to see a mammoth of a man waving at us. I thought Donovan was a big guy, but he’s got nothing on this other man. His dirty blond hair is long and pulled back in a bun. He’s taller than even Wraith, probably closer to seven feet than six, and built like a linebacker. On top of that, he’s hot as hell.

Then he smiles, and I almost melt into a puddle right then and there.

“Holy shit. That smile is dangerous.” Both of my men let out growls, and I bite back a smile. “Down, boys. I take it he’s a friend of yours?”

“That’s Gael,” Wraith tells me, leading us to the booth Gael just sat down in. “Also known as Conquest.”

My eyes widen. “Am I meeting the rest of the horsemen?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Donovan is practically pouting. “And if that was your reaction to Gael, I’m not going to like you meeting the other two.”

Before I can think of how to respond, we reach the large circular booth. Gael is grinning at me, his sky-blue eyes holding nothing but mischief. Beside him sits a man with skin so dark it rivals the obsidian tabletop. His hair is in box braids, a deep shade of blue that looks unnatural but matches his eyes. While not as big as Gael, he’s still bigger than my mates. On his other side is a man with red hair, a full beard, and gray eyes. He looks tall, built more like Wraith than the other two men. They’re all fucking gorgeous.

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