Page 190 of Their Lethal Pet
She shrugs. “Someone suggested that superior beings are morally obligated to handle human affairs in certain situations. I decided this might be one of those situations.”
“Helia just wanted to teach some Nightingale Village Protectors a lesson after learning what they did to one of her mates,” Cain interjects as he steps forward, his handsin the pockets of his dress slacks. “I basically just watched her work.”
“He didn’t want to dirty his expensive clothes,” Helia returns.
But I’m still caught up on what Cain just said about hermates. “Your mates are from the same village as Alina?”
“Not only are they from the same village, but they were also selected for the same Monsters Night,” she replies. “Perhaps that helps you understand why I needed to delay our meeting.”
It does, I think.
“And maybe it also gives insight into why I requested a dinner,” she adds, her lips curling. “Bartholomew and Miranda have been worried about Alina. I wanted to calm those concerns by showing them she’s safe.”
Bartholomew and Miranda?Alina asks into my mind.Did I hear that right?
I must have repeated the names in my thoughts, thus allowing Alina to catch that part of the conversation.Queen Helia just mentioned them. Apparently, they’re her new mates.
Surprise trickles through our bond.Really?
Do you want proof?I ask, curious.Because I can demand it.
Her amusement shines through with a hint of exhaustion.Honestly, I just want a nap.
Hmm. Back at our cabin? In the tower? Or… would you like to go home?
She doesn’t immediately respond, her mind processing her options. Then she chooses the one that warms my heart the most.Home, please.
“We may need to postpone that dinner,” I tell Helia. “Our mate says she wants to go home.”
Reaper’s lips curl. “Fucking finally. This dimension leaves a lot to be desired.”
Helia and Cain just look at him.
“What?” he asks. “No Chicago pizza. New York City looks like a metallic jungle. Your humans use the wordmonstersin reference to supernaturals in this realm. Which is fucking rude, by the way. And you have all these rules that just don’t make any sense.Keep the dark soul alive. Stop stealing cupcakes. Don’t shadow into the dungeon to torture humans. Blah, blah, blah.”
The not-so-great feminine tone Reaper used on all those rules has my lips twitching at the sides. He’s clearly trying to imitate Helia.
“Say what you want about our dimension, but you found your mate here,” Helia reminds him, yet her eyes are on me while she says it. “And all those Omegas are here, too. Assuming I understood that conversation right, anyway.”
She was obviously eavesdropping when I gave Reaper and Flame an update after returning to this dimension.
“Well?” Reaper prompted the moment I appeared.
“As I expected, Ares felt my arrival,” I said. “He’s taken Demeter into custody and is handling the imprisonment of her soul.” That was his primary role as the Warden of the Mythos Fae Dungeon. “I think he was excited to have something to do.”
Of course, his interest was almost immediately piqued by the Omega scent covering both me and Demeter. Which naturally led to a conversation about the new dimension.
I informed Reaper and Flame of the development and ended with, “A Mythos Fae liaison will need to be appointed. The Alphas are going to want to hunt down the missing Omegas.”
“What about the ones from Demeter’s garden here?” Flame asked, referring to the handful of scared humans he found huddled in another room.
“The appointed liaison will be managing that.” It’ll require several delicate conversations, similar to the ones I’ve had with Alina. Only, these Omegas will likely be taken to the Mythos Fae Realm for their introduction.
“A Mythos Fae will be in touch,” I tell Helia now. “I don’t know who it will be, but I imagine the new liaison will be decided very soon.”
“And he or she will be coming here?”
I nod. “I gave someone instructions.” Thatsomeonebeing Ares. He would have followed me back, but he can’t leave the dungeon.
