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“I know. Find her, stop Kaden. I know, but the council is growing restless. If we can convince the mortals everything is okay, I can also convince the council. Do you really want them to make a trip down here?”
“They have no power over me.”
“That is debatable.”
She placed a hand on her hip and glared at me. “If they find you insufficient to rule, they have what they need to hold a god, and then Vincent fully takes over with them at his side.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “They could not kill Kaden or even touch Dianna.”
I turned, storming back into the main office. Imogen followed me inside, the double doors closing behind us.
“They would try, though. You know that I’m not trying to argue. I’m only here to advise.”
“Dude, I said, set my nose, not break it further!” Cameron’s voice bellowed from the conference hall. I turned toward it, Imogen right behind me. Cameron let out a loud grunt.
“Stop being a baby,” Xavier quipped.
“What is this?”
Xavier dropped his hands guiltily, and he and Cameron swiveled toward us.
“Cameron and I ran into your girlfriend again.”
“Dianna.” Why did her name always feel like a benediction when it fell from my lips?
“Yup,” Cameron said, wiggling his nose into place. “She taught me again that it is a bad idea to bait her.”
“What happened? Where is she?”
Cameron and Xavier exchanged a look before Cameron said, “Okay, so don’t be mad.”
Twenty-Eight
Cameron
We stood outside the cafe, the sky roiling with darkness.
“I told you he would be mad,” I whispered to Xavier.
If Samkiel heard me, he didn’t respond, but the others cut me a glare. Samkiel’s whole body grew stiff as he stared at the door. They had evacuated the street and nearby vicinity before we arrived, but even the air felt charged.
“We go in, I do the talking, and no one else moves until I say so.” This time, he glanced at me. “Understood?”
I nodded, as did Xavier, Logan, Vincent, and Imogen.
“Yup, definitely mad,” I said under my breath.
We followed him, falling into the same formation we had assumed thousands of times. He went in first, something we had all argued against in the past. We had been trained to walk before the gods and protect them, but Samkiel had never been like them, not for one second.
A small bell dinged as we entered, the sound nearly drowned out by the music coming through the speakers.
Dianna swayed her hips to the beat. The waitress from earlier huddled into a corner booth, whimpering softly.
Samkiel placed his hands on his hips, his jacket flaring as he watched.
Dianna spun around, beaming as she placed a piece of fruit into her mouth before hopping onto the counter. She crossed one leg over the other, the hem of her dress riding high as she leaned back, bracing herself on her hands.
“You got my message? Lovely.”
