His eyes flashed down to mine. Blazing. But he said nothing. When we got into the room, he placed me in his bed. Pulling the covers up.
“Since when does the monster tuck the princess in?” I asked.
He came down, lips a breath from mine, so I felt the heat of his words on my flesh. “Since the princess started flirting with them.”
“You wanna know a secret, Grim?” I asked. He stilled, waiting. “You’re the one who flirted with a monster.”
Some emotion flickered through his eyes, but whatever it was, I wouldn’t get access to it.
He pulled the blankets up to my chin. “Go to sleep, Rich Girl.”
FORTY-TWO
GEMMA
I woke up, head pounding. It was dark outside, and shadows danced on the ceiling. I turned my head to the right, where outside spotlights made luminous circles in the clouds.
I sat up, and another round of throbbing slammed into my skull. My hand flew to my forehead, trying to ease it with pressure.
Jesus Christ.
I hadn’t been this hungover in…years. Zabby must be wrecked—Zabby.Our conversation slammed into me.
Who is powerful enough to keep the Horsemen captive?
I slowly stood out of bed, bare feet hitting the hardwood. Looking down, I saw I was wearing an oversize black shirt—Grim’s. I knotted the fabric in my fist, feeling oddly…warm.
The house was just as dark as Grim’s room. There was only small, soft light from a wall lamp. It made the shadows fuzzy, the furniture warped.
Am I still drunk?
“Hello?” I called out, coming down the stairs.
Silence answered.
“Zabby?” I tried.
Still nothing. I walked into the living room where Zabby and I had drunk. Through the window, the club lit up the room in neon. A dull vibrating thrummed beneath my feet from the music.
I walked out of the living room and back upstairs, to Grim’s bedroom.
Go to sleep, Rich Girl.
The memories felt fuzzy in my mind, but I remembered the feeling. Safe. Cared for.
I took a quick shower, not bothering to blow-dry my hair. A foreign sense of freedom overcame me. Ialwayshad a blowout. Now my hair started to dry in natural half curls and waves.
My feet padded along the cold floor, to the walk-in closet. Scratchy glitter and soft silk danced along my fingertips as I searched for a dress. I picked out a pale-pink mini.
It was a short walk to the club, what with the house being behind it. I entered through the back doors, weaving through the floor like I’d done hundreds of times before with my friends. Distantly, I wondered what the fuck they must be thinking.
Were they rejoicing?
Finally Gemma Crowne has fallen.
I wove my way through bodies until I reached the stairs. Oddly, there was no line tonight. The upstairs was empty.
No Horsemen. No Grim.
