Hunt sucked in another breath, wings twitching, as if in an echo of that pain.
He couldn’t let it happen again. If all of it had been for Bryce, to get here—then it had happened so that he’d know when to walk away, and keep her safe.
But he hadn’t been able to find those words. Hunt focused on his breathing, on the sensation of his feet against the slick tiles, the dribble of water down his wings.
And couldn’t help but think that warm water felt an awful lot like blood.
Thirty minutes later, they sat around the dining table, four boxes of pizza stacked before them.
“Carnivore’s Delight,” Bryce said with forced cheer to Hunt, sliding the meat-on-meat-on-meat pizza toward him. He offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. She didn’t ask about that haunted gleam, though. Not with Ruhn and Ithan here. Not when Hunt had already made it pretty clear what was going through his head.
They’d undoubtedly have it out the moment they were alone.
“Carnivore’s Delight with extra sausage,” she said to Ithan, winking as she handed over the box. She could have sworn Ithan blushed. “And pepperoni with grilled onions,” she said to Ruhn.
“What’d you get?” her brother asked. An attempt at normalcy after Tharion’s visit.
Hunt and Ithan said at the same time, “Sausage and onion with extra cheese.”
Bryce laughed. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or disturbed.”
But Ithan and Hunt didn’t smile. She caught Ruhn’s glance from across the table, and her brother said into her mind, Ignoring all the shit with Tharion and Emile, it’s super fucking weird that Holstrom’s here.
She started on her pizza and sighed at the combination of meat and cheese and slightly sweet sauce. I think it’s super weird for him, too.
Ruhn bit into his slice. Honestly, don’t flip the Hel out, but you’re technically a Starborn Princess. And you’re now harboring an exiled wolf. I hate this political crap, but … I wouldn’t put it past Sabine to see this as an affront. The wolves are technically our allies.
Bryce sipped from her beer. It’s not like he has any family left. Her heart ached. Believe me, he is fucking miserable that he has nowhere else to go.
I can take him in. Her brother spoke with utter sincerity.
Isn’t that the same political bullshit?
I can say that I’m hiring him to work for the Fae side of the Aux. Claim it’s for a top secret investigation, which I suppose this stuff with Danika and Sofie and Emile is. Sabine can’t get around that.
All right. But … give him a few days. I don’t want him to think I’m kicking him out.
Why not? He was a dick to you.
There were five years before that when we were close.
So? He was a dick to you when you needed him most.
And I shut him out when he needed me most.
Bryce blinked, finding Hunt and Ithan watching her and Ruhn. The angel drawled, no hint of his previous haunted discomfort, “Some might consider it rude to have a silent conversation in front of other people.”
Ithan raised his hand in agreement. How he’d figured out what was going on, she could only attribute to his keen wolf’s abilities. Or his athlete’s skill at reading opponents.
Bryce stuck out her tongue. “Sorry you’re not magical, special Fae like us.”
“Here we go,” Hunt said, diving into his slice. “I was waiting for this day to come.”
“What day?” Ithan swigged from his beer.
Hunt smirked. “When Bryce realizes how truly obnoxious being a princess allows her to be.”
Bryce flipped him off. “If I have to suffer through the title, then you have to suffer through the effects.”
Hunt opened his mouth, but Ithan said, “I heard you had your Ordeal that day this spring. Congrats?”
Bryce went still. “Yeah. Uh, thanks.” She didn’t want to think about it—the n?kk, Syrinx nearly drowning, the tank … Syrinx rubbed against her ankles, as if sensing her distress. And Hunt, also reading it, said to Ruhn, “You had your Ordeal in Avallen, right? And our new friend Cormac was there?”
Before Ruhn could answer, Flynn and Dec strode into the apartment with a key Bryce definitely hadn’t authorized. She whipped her head to Ruhn. “You gave them fingerprint access and copies of my keys?”
Flynn slid into the chair beside hers and pulled her pizza toward himself. “We took Ruhn’s fingerprints when he was passed out during the Summer Solstice, as a way into the system. Then Dec added ours alongside them.”