Chapter 187

-The Capital-

-Celestial Realm-

Jarrett took one glimpse at the tall stranger sticking to Rae's side and beamed, "Did you finally get someone to help you out at the bakery?" He blurted, getting over his fright of the slender baker almost immediately.

He studied the jostled pile of bread on the slab as he spoke, "I've always said you need a pair of stronger hands to help you with the heavy lift…" He trailed off when he looked up and saw Nerae glaring at him with murder in his eyes.

"Thank you for the bread," He quickly cut himself off, ducking into his shop.

Nerae turned his glare on the noble Angel beside him who looked at him with a dangerous idea dancing in his eyes, noting that his glare didn't even faze him.

"So you're looking for a hired hand?" Cirion smiled, following him right back to the bakery.

"I am not, Your Grac-"

"Cirion," The second prince corrected with an almost sad expression.