Page 107 of Beauty At Stake
The rest of us laughed.
“You forgot my title.” Raza lifted a brow over one of the aforementioned golden eyes.
“You aren't my king.” Vanessa pointed at him. “I'm a Witch, not a Fairy.”
“Technically, you're part Fey. And the White Women you're descended from aremypeople. So, you will address me properly . . . Witch.”
Vanessa gaped at Raza. We all did. He wasn't usually so uptight about such things.
And then Raza laughed, his amusement rumbling through the living room and out to the garden. Cat came bolting in to bark at him, clearly concerned for his well-being. He only laughed harder—especially when he saw Vanessa roll her eyes.
“Yes, yes, I'm fine, Catriona.” Raza stroked Cat's silky, gray head. “Thank you for your concern.” He strode over to me and took my free hand. “This is a lovely party.”
“I'm glad you're having fun.” I shook my head. “Kill is going to be upset when he hears he missed your attempt at humor.”
“Attempt?” Raza scowled and as he did, he shifted into his human guise.
“Yes, attempt.” I looked him over. “What's with the costume change?”
“This room is crowded and small.” He grimaced. “Besides, this form bothers Daxon.” Raza grinned again.
“Have you shifted targets from Killian to Daxon?” Tiernan asked.
Raza shrugged. “It's not as much fun to glower at Killian these days. He's begun to enjoy it. He even told me he sees it as a form of affection.”
I went serious, thinking about how Killian held onto me even as I shouted for him to let go. And he'd done it calmly, knowing we could both be going to our deaths.
“Mo shíorghrá?” Raza let go of my hand to slide his over my lower back.
Cat whined and leaned into me.
“Yes?” I absently stroked Cat.
“You're crying, little star,” Tiernan said.
“Oh!” I swiped at my face. “Sorry. I was just thinking about how Kill held onto me when I got sucked through that portal.”
“Yeah, he stole all the glory,” Daxon grumbled as he came up with the man himself, both of them holding steins of beer.
The vexes knew how to throw a party.
Killian grinned. “You die—”
“I die,” the rest of my husbands finished the line in unison.
I burst out laughing. But I went into Killian's arms as I did. “I love you, Blair.”
“I love you too, Twilight.” His tone dropped into a rare one of deep seriousness to add, “More than anything in all the worlds.” He leaned back to look at me. “When they took you away from me, I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
“That's why you should have listened to me and stayed behind!” I pushed him away, suddenly annoyed. “We were on a mission,Ambassador. And you could have helped to find me. You would have certainly done more for me outside a cage than in one.”
“I don't care.” Killian grinned. “There were plenty of people left to find us.” He waved at Dax. “You needed someone with you.” He cupped my cheek. “I couldn't let go.”
“Yeah, I remember,” I whispered.
“So what's the verdict with Anu?” Sever asked as he stepped up behind Killian, Miri in his arms.
He had a crowd of women behind him who trailed off when they saw his destination. Not because of me or because they were trying to flirt with my husband. It was Mirielle. A baby Angel drew female attention like sweets with children. And a baby Angel in a daddy Angel's arms? That was ten times the draw. They smiled at Miri and Sever even as they turned away.
