Aerin leans closer to her friend. “Please tell me you have Pixie Dust somewhere under that tight dress.” Vyx laughs as Aerin grimaces.
“Of course I do.” She squeezes Aerin’s arm. “We’ll see if you even remember how to have fun,” Vyx goads.
“I desperately need to have fun tonight. I need to forget about all this…” Aerin waves her hand vaguely. “Bullshit.”
“Consider it done,” Vyx promises.
The group approaches the doors of a packed nightclub, the line wrapping around the side of the building. Upon seeing the Aerin and the Hale Princes a roar of noise erupts. Aerin finds herself missing Malice.
As if the thought conjures him, the Dragon-Fae materializes from the shadows of the alleyway while Khortland chats with the bouncer.
“Miss me?” he asks softly in her ear, his body close enough to warm her back.
Aerin turns to face him, to look him in those ice blue eyes.
“Were you able to do it?” she asks, keeping her voice low.
“Yes, we will meet him outside the city walls mid-day tomorrow,” Malice replies. Relief flows across Aerin’s body like hot honey.
“The answer to your question is yes,” Aerin answers. Malice’s eyes burn a bit brighter.
“Let’s go.” Vyx grabs Aerin’s hand, pulling her towards the entrance. Aerin lets her but keeps her eyes on her bonded-mate as long as she can.
Vyx doesn’t lead Aerin to the VIP table in the back where the rest of the group gathers. Instead, she grabs Quinn and the girls veer to the left. Aerin watches Malice grab Emrys’s wrist, murmuring something in the Wolf’s ear when he tries to follow them. Aerin is grateful; she’s never broached the subject of her occasional drug use with Emrys. Pixie Dust is something she started after signing the blood contract.
They push into the bathroom. Aerin blocks the door with her magic. Like so many other nights in clubs like this, Vyx pulls out a small baggy of pink shimmering powder and Aerin hands her a blade to cut the lines.
“Your Wolf is quite cute. What’s up with that?” Quinn asks, batting her green eyes at Aerin.
Vyx shoots her a glare. “Absolutely not, Quinn,” she chastises her cousin, cutting the first line.
Quinn shrugs. “What? I’ve never laid a Wolf before.”
“None of us have laid a Wolf before,” Vyx says incredulously.
Aerin puts a hand on Vyx’s shoulder, and the Viper steps back from the counter, making room for Aerin to take her line.
“Not none,” Aerin corrects, rubbing her nose to ease the burn. Both sets of green eyes flash to her. Aerin gives them a smile and shrugs.
“I used to fuck Em before, when I would sneak outside of the walls.” Before she’d befriended the Vipers.
“Jeez, Rin,” Quinn says, mouth agape. Vyx snorts her line.
“Want another?” Vyx asks Aerin, who nods in response as Quinn takes her own line.
“Woo!” Quinn shouts as she stands, “So! Was Emrys before or after Theoden?”
“Is this memory lane?” Aerin asks, wishing she had a drink. The first line is already going to her head.
Quinn gives her a faux-innocent smile. “I’m just trying to figure out which one you had sex with first.”
Vyx laughs. “Not this again.” She hides the bag once more, returning the blade to Aerin, who slides it into the heel of her shoe.
Aerin takes her second line. When she stands, her head spins in the best way. She grins at her friends.
“I told you, my first was Kallan.” Aerin names one of the Fae twins she and her brother grew up with.
“Liar!” Quinn jokes, “Last time you said it was Bryer!” Aerin only laughs as they leave the bathroom.
