He was leaning against the doorframe with half a sandwich in his mouth, wearing a shirt he’d pulled from the nearest pile and pants that were clearly the first thing his fingers found instead of having put any thought into his fashion.
The silence was unanimous.
"No," Aria said.
"Absolutely not," Nyx agreed.
"Darling, what is that shirt," Calypso said. It was not a question.
They descended on him.
Aria took point, pulling the sandwich from his mouth and handing it to Alexandra.
"There’s really no need-"
Every pair of eyes in the room turned on him at once, and whatever he’d been about to say didn’t survive the experience. He raised both hands in surrender.
Bastet circled him, tail flicking, evaluating cuts and fabrics with an intensity she usually reserved for skirt hems.
Nyx ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, then tilted her head and messed it up in a different direction.
"No product," Aria said firmly, combing his hair with her fingers. "His hair looks best when it looks like he doesn’t care."
All of them knew that Kaiden wasn’t a pretty boy who needed a gallon of beauty products. They liked him being rugged and masculine, and the goal was to highlight that side of him.
"Agreed," Bastet said, holding up two shirts. "The dark one. It pulls across his shoulders."
"The dark one," five voices confirmed at once.
Luna, who’d been watching from the bed with her chin in her hands, offered her contribution. "Roll the sleeves up. Shows this crude barbarian’s forearms. Sluts love veiny forearms."
They did not put makeup on him nor try to soften him.
What they did was far more surgical: the right shirt, fitted across the chest and shoulders, sleeves rolled to the elbow.
Dark pants that sat properly. His hair pushed back just enough, then left alone so it fell however it wanted.
Calypso adjusted his collar with her red fingers while Aria stood back, arms crossed, silver eyes sweeping him up and down with the exacting focus she usually reserved for targeting weak points on the battlefield.
The result was a man who looked like he hadn’t tried at all, which had taken six women approximately twelve minutes to achieve.
Kaiden looked down at himself, then at the mirror Bastet was holding up with her tail.
He tilted his head one way, then the other. "It’s basically the same as what I was-"
Aria put the sandwich back in his mouth before he could finish.
She smiled up at him, loving and entirely sure of herself. "Just trust me."
"That I can do," Kaiden said after gulping a mouthful down.
"Good."
She took his hand and pulled him toward the door.
They walked through the construction site as the morning crews filed in.
The compound was taking shape, skeletal walls rising from the foundation, scaffolding catching early light, hammers and welding torches already filling the air.
Workers who’d hauled steel alongside them the day before nodded as they passed, tipping hard hats, offering greetings. Earned respect.
Pebble fell into step beside Kaiden halfway across the site, six eyes blazing, tail sweeping wide behind him.
"Not this time, Pebble."
"!!" The whine that left his mouth was impossibly small for something his size, and all six eyes dimmed at once.
Kaiden reached up and put a hand on the carapace. "The dungeon’s wide open while I’m gone. In the coming few days, it’s the most vulnerable it’s going to be for a long time."
He eyed the loyal monster with a sincere expression. "I need my badass Guardian standing ready. Can you do that?"
"WOOF!" The bark was a concussive blast that rattled scaffolding and made two nearby workers flinch.
Pebble’s eyes reignited like furnaces, his chest swelled, and he turned and trotted back toward the dungeon entrance with six eyes already sweeping the perimeter.
The vehicles waited at the edge of the compound.
Vespera stood beside the lead car with Alice at her side.
Alice had her arms crossed and her lower lip pushed forward far enough to qualify as a weapon.

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