I Married a Mothman (Prime Mating Agency, #11)

by Regine Abel

I couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that the wretched birdman would strike again.

Linsea nodded. “Correct. But once he hears your song, he’ll be able to assess which Promethean has a melody that harmonizes with yours. To compare with human music, if your song is classical, he will instantly know not to pair you with someone who is death metal.” “I bet Ajustus’s song sounds like that annoying circus music,” I muttered.

“See, Atlas, it appears the Prism approves of my choice,” Venus said in a soft voice. “He also thinks your color doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Venus. Atlas is your soulmate. Even when I don’t try, I succeed,” he said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and disbelief. “It’s something else being me.”

I love you, you crazy birdman lol

“Yes. And as you know, I’m never wrong,” he said while patting my cheek affectionately. “Be happy, my dear. You deserve it.”

By the Lights, there was something insanely sexy about watching my mate verbally slap that obnoxious male in the politest and most reasonable voice possible.

I barely repressed the urge to roll my eyes. God, how I hated when politicians used the welfare of children as an emotional weapon to draw sympathy to their cause. He didn’t give a shit about any child. He just wanted to pull at people’s heartstrings.