“Go.Home,” he growled before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.
Alexa play: When You Say My Name by Chandler Leighton
Ididn’t go home.
I returned to the VIP booth and drank while I watched Shemhazai flirt with every man, woman, and creature that he could get his perfect hands on.
By my fifth drink, I was so distraught I could barely see straight.
I’d undone the first few buttons on my shirt, as my clothing was feeling suffocating, and I’d run my hands through my hair more times than I could count.
The booze here was stronger than mortal liquor, and I could tell it was having an effect on Shemhazai as he danced with that same male witch he had been flirting with earlier.
My eyes tracked the man’s hands as they ran sensually down Shem’s chest, his fingers massaging him gently as they moved.
Bile flooded my mouth as Shemhazai leaned into it, smirking up at the other man and grinding his hips into him with the beat of the music.
My fingers itched for my scepter, and I found myself wondering what the man’s brains would look like splattered across the fucking dancefloor.
Sköll and Fenrir appeared, flopping down on the couch on either side of me and helping themselves to the bottomless drinks at our table.
“You’re lookinghaggard,raven,” Sköll sneered, taking a big sip from something sparkly and purple as Fenrir sidled up on my other side.
“I’m fine,” I snapped.
Fenrir laughed. “You’re not, but if it makes you feel better to lie, by all means.”
They followed my gaze to Shemhazai, who was now making out with that fucking witch on the dancefloor. I squeezed my drink so hard that the glass literally exploded in my grip.
“Fuck!” I barked, shaking my hand out to dislodge the small pieces of glass that had embedded themselves in my fingers.
“Ah, yes. Shemhazai has that effect on people.” Fenrir chuckled, absently handing me a napkin to dab up the blood and booze that was now dripping from my hands.
“You’re notin lovewith him, are you?” Sköll asked, his brown eyes shining with mirth.
I glared at him, not dignifying that with a response.
“Heis!”Fenrir roared, throwing his head back in laughter. “You poor bastard.”
“Being in love with Shemhazai is the most tragic thing that could happen to a person. Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy,” Sköll said, leaning back onto the couch next to me.
All three of us watched as the witch shoved his tongue into Shemhazai’s mouth while they continued to grind on the dancefloor.
I was so fucking angry I was almost blind.
I was fucking shaking.
Sköll dropped his hand onto my thigh, and I jumped, ripping my gaze away from the painful sight in front of me to look at the guardian to my right.
His soft hair had tumbled into his eyes, and he was smiling at me with that same devilish grin he’d given me at Hecate’s.
“Seems like you’re free for the evening,” he said, and it took my rage-drunk mind a second to realize that he was hitting on me.
Fenrir slid a hand up my other thigh, and I started again, glancing over at him to find an almost identical look on his face.
“Did you enjoy being with twins?” he asked, and I frowned.
I was too fucking drunk for this.
