I’d always been fascinated with mythology. My favorite was the story of Psyche and Eros. It wasn’t as famous as some, like Hades and Persephone.
But it…stuck with me.
Eros was supposed to kill Psyche, but instead he fell in love with her.
“Do you see that guy dressed as Zeus?” Kennedy asked. “Does he look familiar to anyone else?”
Our eyes wandered to a tall man with blond hair, wearing a toga.
“Oh myGod, Kennedy,” Blaire said. “You dated him for, like, six months.”
Kennedy tilted her head. “I don’t see it.”
The stairs to the balcony were roped off, and tonight the normally unguarded stairs were blocked by two scary-looking men. My eyes traveled up to the second floor. The balcony was empty.
The odds of seeing him, or any of the Horsemen, tonight were low to none. They didn’t throw parties sotheycould party.
I stared at the empty balcony, the black railings like a rainbow oil slick under the reflecting neon lights. A sudden, sticky feeling slid inside me, coating my gut and throat like tar.
Was I…disappointed?
No fucking way.
“You called him Trust Fund Freak.”
“Oh!” Kennedy’s eyes grew. “He cut his hair.”
I stood up. “I have to pee.”
“I could use a bump,” Blaire said, standing as if to go with me.
“I’m actually going to pee.”
Her brow wrinkled in suspicion, like I’d just told her chocolate milk came from chocolate cows, but she didn’t follow me as I wove through the VIP section. I wore no panties and no bra, so I easily felt the weight of the diamonds and the cool metal against my skin.
Disappointed? I don’tgetdisappointed.
What did I think was going to happen?
That he would be waiting for me? That this time he would explain his absence?
It wasn’t like I wanted to see him. Nothing good ever followed?—
I stilled. Someone stood in the middle of the general admission floor. Bodies twisted and writhed around him, and he stood still, staring.
At me.
I thought to my shared location, just as someone stepped in front of me, blocking the man.
Wraith.
Goose bumps peppered my flesh. Wraith was my height, maybe a little smaller, but he owned the room. I swallowed, taking a step back. He stepped with me, closing the distance and then some.
“Do you know what it means for a Horseman to leave a contract unfinished?”
“I—” I broke off. “I don’t care.”
His hollow, tattooed eyes blade-sharp, he barked a bitter laugh. “Of course you don’t. Grim knew that when he savedyou. He knew that when he tattooed his chest. He knew that when he bound his soul with yours. He knew that when he continued to keep you in debt.”
