Logan.The bastard.
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” I raged sloppily.“Treating me like I’m nothing. Then fucking me the next night. He thinks I’m just his booty-witch, and I tell you what . . .” I threw my glass in the air, sloshing the sticky wine across my hand. “I’ll put a stop to that very soon. It will only happen at least four more times, but then I’m done.”
Belle grasped my hand, swaying. Or was I swaying? Maybe it was the ground. Yep, the ground was swaying. “That barthturd,”she slurred. “Youith perfect. He’s perfect. Wathis the isshoo here.”
“Exactly,” Sara crowed from my other side, also on the swaying ground. “How dare he hurt our friend. We should hex him.”
What could I say, we were big into hexes. “Great idea,” I declared, attempting to take a step, but the ground decided to alsodip as it swayed. What the fuck? Were we dancing here or something?
“Not a great idea,” Haley said with a snort of laughter. She’d somehow managed to sip only a quarter of her witch wine, andwas very far behind the rest of us in this race. “I think maybe we should get you back to the dorms now.”
“I could shleep here,” Belle said, yawning suddenly. “It’s a nice rocking boath.”
The air grew cooler as water coated her skin, and I looked up for rain, but it was just her power soaking up the moisturein the air. “Definitely time for the dorms,” I muttered, shaking my head in an attempt to sober up. A failed attempt. “Okay,let’s go.”
Looping my arms around Belle, I held her against me, and as the drunk led the drunk, we stumbled through the students. Overthem too, as many were with Belle, wanting to sleep on thenice rocking boath.
When we reached the steps leading up to Ancot, we staredat them, wondering if it was even possible for us to make it to the top in our current inebriation. Placing my foot on the first step, it shook worse than the ground.
The moon’s energy was really having a party with the Earth tonight.
“No, you’re drunk, you idiot,” Haley said, shaking her head. “I told you three not to keep taking glasses of wine. You’regoing to regret this tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, tomorrow,” Belle sang, very off-key, and I’d found one of the very few talents she didn’t possess. Girl was notmaking choir, that was for sure.
Swallowing hard and trying to focus through blurry vision and swaying ground, I lifted my foot to take the next step and immediatelytoppled backward, taking Belle with me. I grunted when my arm and side slammed into the ground, and not even a second later,I forgot my pain as I was hauled up against a hard chest, a recognizable scent surrounding me. “Logan,” I murmured.
His laughter was as dark as that fucking witch wine. “Precious, you’re always testing my limits.”
I mumbled another lot of nonsense but managed to ask about Belle.
“Noah has your friends,” he said as he strode up the stairs. My head spun hard at the motion, and I couldn’t tell if it wasthe wine or the spellcaster. Both were completely intoxicating.
“Why do you hate me?” I mumbled, eyes closing.
Logan didn’t answer, continuing up the stairs, carrying me like I weighed nothing. Which was absolute horseshit. I was nota small woman. I was tall and had curves and liked to eat.
He showed no sign of strain. Dammit. Why was that hot? Stupid witch wine and hormones.
“Who said I hated you, best friend?” I’d come to learn that he used thebest friendnickname when he wanted to deflect. “Let’s get you to bed, Paisley. Before you find yourself in trouble.”
“Trouble’s my midd—”
There was a bang from behind us as Logan reached the landing. He turned and I managed to pry my blurry eyes open. “Fire?”I breathed. “Is it an elemental?”
Before Logan could even respond, my eyes closed once more, and I lost the battle with consciousness.
Chapter 34
I was dying.
Again.
Only this time the monster was me. Or my lack of restraint when it came to witch wine, to be more accurate.
A relentless hammer slammed into my head, pounding as my stomach rolled in ways that couldn’t be normal. I’d thrown up inmy trash can once already, leaving nothing in my stomach except the aftereffects of the wine.
“Fucking Hel,” I groaned. “What’s happening?”
