Again: he knew he’d been a fool.
Hunt soothed his wild blood, and only when he was certain his lightning wasn’t about to erupt did he knock on the Governor’s door.
Celestina smiled in greeting—a good sign. No hint of Ephraim or the others. Good as well. Her smile widened as Hunt stepped closer. “Congratulations,” she said warmly.
Hunt angled his head. “On what?”
She gestured to him. “I take it from your scent that you and Bryce are mated.”
He hadn’t realized the sex would be broadcast like that. Apparently, the bond between them had gone to that biological level. “I, ah. Yeah. Since the overnight at her parents’ house.”
Even if they’d just been at each other’s throats. And not in the good way.
“So visiting her parents went well, then.”
“I thought her mom would cut off my balls at one point, but get Ember talking about sunball, and she’ll become your best friend.” It was true, though he’d learned it months ago. Even if some part of him recoiled at having to answer Celestina’s question with a blatant lie.
Celestina laughed merrily. There was no wariness or displeasure in it—no indication that she might know the truth. “Good. I’m happy for you. For both of you.”
“Thank you,” Hunt said. He added, to cover his bases, “Ruhn and Prince Cormac joined us, though. It made things … slightly awkward.”
“Because Cormac is technically Bryce’s fiancé?” Celestina asked wryly.
Hunt snorted. “That, too, but mostly because Ember isn’t … a fan of the Fae. She asked Ruhn to come, since she hadn’t seen him in years, but it was still tense at times.”
“I’ve heard of her history with the Autumn King. I’m sorry that it still haunts her.”
“So am I,” Hunt said. “Anything happen here while I was gone?”
“Only if you count overseeing party preparations for the equinox.”
Hunt chuckled. “That fun, huh?”
“Riveting,” Celestina said, then seemed to remember herself because she added, “Of course, it’s for a joyous occasion, so it’s not entirely a chore.”
“Of course.”
The sun through the windows behind her turned her white wings radiant. “Baxian might have something more interesting to report. He was barely here yesterday.”
It took all of Hunt’s training to keep his own face neutral as he said, “I’ve got a meeting with Isaiah, but my next stop after that is to check in with him.”
Everything between them was a lie. And one word from the Hind … Hunt suppressed the surge of his power as it crackled through him.
Baxian might have claimed he was a rebel sympathizer, might have helped them enough to garner some trust, but … he’d be a fool to trust him entirely.
“What’s wrong?” Celestina asked, brow furrowing with worry.
Hunt shook his head. “Nothing.” He clasped his hands behind his back and asked casually, “Anything for me to do today?”
Hunt emerged from the Archangel’s office five minutes later with a stack of preliminary reports on demon activity at the Northern Rift. She wanted his expertise in examining the types of demons caught, as well as an analysis on whether the breeds and frequency meant Hel was planning something.
The answer was a definite yes, but he’d find some way to draw out the task to buy himself more time. To decide how much to tell her about Hel.
Apollion had spoken true, about him and Bryce and their powers. And if the Prince of the Pit had been honest about that, what else had he been honest about? Some shit with Hel was stirring. Hunt’s gut twisted.
But he still had one more thing to do before descending into all of that. He hunted down the Hind in ten minutes, finding her in the barracks bathroom, applying red lipliner, of all things. He’d never thought she might actually have to put on her makeup. Somehow, he pictured her permanently coiffed and painted.
“Hunter,” she crooned without breaking her stare from the mirror. They were alone.
“Don’t call me that.”
“You never did like Sandriel’s nickname for you.”
“I had no interest in being part of her club.”
The Hind kept drawing her lipliner with a steady hand. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Hunt leaned against the bathroom door, blocking any exit. She slid a kohl-lined eye in his direction.
“What are you going to do about what happened yesterday?” he asked.