One
Phoenix
Nothing like waiting around with your dick in your hand. Except maybe waiting around with three other men with your dick in your hand.
Where the fuck is Iz?
This is borderline awkward. I can tell because Malek hasn’t said a goddamn word in thirty minutes but Saint hasn’t shut the fuck up.
“Have you ever considered wearing eyeliner? Not like a lot but just around the bottom lashes to really make your honey eyes less asshole-glaring and more asshole-adorable?” Saint lifts his fingers to brush back Malek’s dark hair but the wolf swats him away before he ever gets close enough.
Why does Malek fight it? It’s just going to make Saint try harder.
Syko pushes a breath from his lungs and it just echoes around the heavenly room. The pure white stars from the vaulted ceiling reflect in his depthless black eyes and he looks like he’s ten seconds away from walking out and dragging Izzy here himself.
Sounds like a plan really.
One dance, she’d promised she would dance one more fucking song with Heaven and Sasha before following us here. Though the astronomy tower is towards the back of campus, the old stone building doesn’t do much to drown out the sounds of the stairway to heaven party going on out there. I can hear every pulsing beat of the music, and I know it’s been more than one fucking song.
“I’m going to go get her before Saint’s sister uses her as a prop in a fucking three-way.” I shove off from the wall with irritation and all three of them are right behind me.
“I imagine it’d be hard just to be a prop in that sort of setting,” Saint whispers to himself and though he doesn’t say anything, I can feel Malek’s annoyance mingling in with my own. Having new unexplored feelings is just plain shit. A part of me wishes I didn’t care anymore. I shouldn’t but there’s a thrum of... anxious adrenaline... building inside me whenever I think of Izzy.
Like I’m fucking excited to see her or something.
My palm barely brushes the cool metal knob when the door bursts open with violent intent, shoving me backward into Syko, but the man is only behind me for an instant.
Because his little sister stands in front of us.
Kayos’s pigtails are caked in dry mud and twigs, her eyes as big as saucers, but Syko doesn’t notice a single thing out of place as he yanks her forward and hugs her like he’ll never let go.
“Kayos,” he whispers like a lost prayer.
Her small hands brace against his shoulders and she’s pushing him off as she looks at him with her wild flickering eyes.
“They took her.”
That single statement claws apprehension into my spine.
“What the fuck do you mean they took her? Took who?”
But I already know. I can sense it in a way that I can’t explain.
“Izara. A demon of some kind, he took her in the hall of Building Z.”
“What? Hardly anyone uses that building. It’s for the upper elites,” Syko says slowly.
“I know. I’ve been living in the basement. It’s very quiet and quaint.” His sister blinks repeatedly as if she can’t see straight.
“Excuse me, you said a demon took my mate and now we’re discussing a housewarming party? Where the fuck is Izara?” Malek shoves Syko aside and kneels until he’s face to face with the thin girl. “Where did they take her?” he asks with as much forced composure as he seems to possess, but it seems like it’ll fracture apart in an instant. His nails curve into dark claws that he curls into his palms until blood trickles out.
It’s as violent as I’ve ever seen him.
“I don’t know. The demon didn’t say. He just mentioned her father.”
Her father.
We all share a look the instant the words pass Kayos’s lips. The silence of what we want to say in the backs of our throats burns. A thousand fucking emotions I never knew existed inside me swirl to life as if they always inhabited my body and needed this one little thing to tip them over the edge.
