“Yeah, don’t talk to us. Get lost, Theo,” Allie growls.
“Theo, you do ask for it. Leave them alone,” Dad says warningly.
I’m getting a drink,Heaven writes as she moves away.
She’s definitely still pissed…
“But why, Daddy? It’s not my fault.” I turn when Azura’s little nightmarella speaks. She has a little, poisonously sweet voice and big, creepy, psychotic eyes. The kind that are so cute they’re suspicious.
I spot her standing in front of Leo, who is looking down at her sceptically.
“Kind of hard to believe,” Leo says.
She nods slowly. “I know, but they said because I’m so ugly, I needed makeup.” She looks towards the girls, and I glance between them, amused.
Sienna’s eyes are wide, and Katara and Allie have narrowed their eyes at her.
“The story becomes even more unbelievable,” Leo remarks as Allie walks over.
“Hey, you said to us you wanted makeup when Sienna and Heaven said you didn’t need it.”
“Allie, don’t argue with a child,” Aunty Kiara scolds lightly.
“She’s lying,” Allie points out.
“Aunty, you forget Allie’s mental age is the same as Phoenix’s, so it’s all fair,” I say.
“Well, we’ll make sure to remember no makeup for you again,” Katara adds.
Phoenix gives her a deep frown, promising revenge.
This family has way too many crazy girls…
“And even you’re picking on a kid, someone several years younger. Damn, girls grow up,” I say.
“Want to take your own advice? How many years older than Katara are you?” Ares points out.
Oh yeah. Well. Damn.
Everyone is helpingthemselves to drinks as they congratulate Ahren, Tatum and Sher.
Dinner will be served in about half an hour, enough time for me to get Blondie to mellow up.
I slip away into the crowd, spotting Ares talking to a couple of other kids from the Academy. I spot Blondie by the drink table and, walking over, step up right behind her just as she’s about to turn to walk off.
She narrows her eyes at me, that same frown settling on her face.
“Still mad at me?” I ask quietly. She looks away, about to sidestep, when I block her off. “Want to dance?”
She looks at me in surprise, and I signal with my eyes towards the wanker who I know is watching. She looks in the direction I gestured, clicking instantly.
“Want to make him jealous?” I whisper quietly, leaning in, amused when her heart begins to race, but then she purses her lips hesitantly. “What harm will it do?” I say.
Do you even know how to dance?she writes with a sceptical expression.
I scoff. “Did you not see me on Halloween? I’m offended.”
That’s solo dancing. Can you dance with a partner?she declares.
