Ruhn saw his opening and said to Hypaxia, “I’ll give you two a moment as well.”
Before the queen could object, he backed into the crowd. He was a piece of shit for abandoning her, but …
He walked, unnoticed and unbothered, to the western doors. Slipped out of them and down the five steps to the gravel ground. He strode to the fountain bubbling away in the shadows beyond the reach of the conservatory’s lights and leaned against it, his heart pounding.
Two minutes now. Would Day be here?
He monitored the doors, forcing himself to breathe in and out slowly.
Maybe this was a bad idea. He’d been talking to the Hind and the Hammer, for fuck’s sake. This place was swarming with enemies, all of whom would slaughter him and Day if they were found out. Why had he risked her like this?
“Looking for someone?” a female voice crooned.
Ruhn whirled, his stomach bottoming out as he beheld the masked figure before him.
The Harpy stood in the shadows beyond the fountain. As if she’d been waiting.
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Ruhn scanned the face in the darkness. It couldn’t be her.
The fucking Harpy? He took in her dark hair, the lean body, the taunting mouth—
“What are you doing out here?” the Harpy asked, stalking closer, her dark wings blacker than the night.
Ruhn forced himself to take a breath. “Day?” he asked quietly.
The Harpy blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
The breath nearly whooshed from him. Thank the fucking gods it wasn’t her, but if the Harpy was here, and Agent Daybright was about to appear … The Harpy and the Hind had shown up at the bar that day, but he’d seen nothing of the former since. And yeah, meeting by the fountain with another person wouldn’t scream rebel liaison, but if the Harpy had any suspicions about him, or whoever Daybright was, if she saw them meeting together …
He had to get out of here. Walk back into the conservatory and not endanger Day.
What an idiot he was.
“Enjoy the party,” Ruhn said to the Harpy.
“No stolen kisses for me in the garden?” she mocked as he stormed up the steps.
He’d explain to Day later. The clock read two minutes past twelve—she hadn’t come. Or maybe she’d seen who was in the garden and decided to hang back.
Seen who also observed from the shadows at the top of the stairs.
The Hind’s golden eyes gleamed in the dimness through her mask. She’d followed him. Fuck. Had she suspected that he was slipping away to meet with someone? She hadn’t said a word, as far as he knew, about the shit that had gone down at Ydra—was it so she could ultimately follow them to a bigger prize?
To the greatest prize a spy-catcher could find. Agent Daybright.
Ruhn stared down the Hind as he passed her. She watched him with serene indifference.
He tugged at his collar as he entered the noise and heat of the party. He’d come that close to being caught by the Hind and the Harpy—to getting Day caught by them.
Ruhn didn’t say goodbye to anyone before bailing.
Hunt licked his way up Bryce’s neck, a hand sliding over her mouth to muffle her moan as he tugged her down the dim hallway. “You want someone to find us?” His voice was guttural.
“We’re official now. I don’t care.” But she fumbled with the handle of the cloakroom door. Standing behind her, mouth at her throat, Hunt suppressed a groan of his own as her ass pushed into his aching cock. Another few seconds, and they’d be in the cloakroom. And within a few seconds of that, he planned to be balls-deep in her.
He knew Baxian and Naomi had been well aware they weren’t going down this hall to use the bathroom, but the angels guarding the door had only smirked at them.
“It’s locked,” she mumbled, and Hunt huffed a laugh against her warm skin.
“Good thing you’ve got a big, tough alphahole with you, Quinlan,” he said, pulling away from her. Gods, if anyone walked down this hallway, they’d get a glimpse at his pants and know what was about to go down. He’d lasted all of three dances before needing to slip away with her. They’d return to the party soon. Once they got in a good, solid fuck.
He’d be damned if he’d ever call himself Prince Hunt, but … it had been worth it. The wild plan she’d spun for him more than two weeks ago, when she’d honored him by asking if he’d do this.
Hunt dragged his teeth down the column of her neck, then tugged her a step back. Bryce, panting softly, face flushed with desire that set his cock pounding, grinned fiendishly at him.