“Your own fault! That’s what ya get for being a ninny and refusing the dare!” Breena rolled her eyes.
Rainbow Roulette? One of the many Luckland drinking games, no doubt. All Luckland games were meant to get yousloshed, and above all, wreak absolute chaos. Which was very fitting for the theme of the night so far.
“Fuck it, I’m in.” I released my dignity and threw back the shot, feeling the molten liquid burn a trail of acid down my throat.
Awful. It was god-awful! What had he put in this? Pond scum?
Aine shot me a warning look, as if witnessing me sign a pact with the devil.
“Whooo!” Breena hollered. “Yeahhhh, Carwynn!!! If you can’t be good,be good at it!”
The clear pink liquid reached Breena’s lips, and disappeared in three gulps. Beside her, Aine shone like a disco ball in her slinky silver dress, judging every one of Breena’s gulps.
Aine tossed hers back, hacking from the aftertaste. “A coma is looking pretty good right now.”
The pond-water shot worked double time as my blood began to swim with a sultry heat. My eyeballs started to go numb. Or was it my tongue? And something tickled the back of my head, burning with intensity. What was that?
Veering around, two intense eyes bore into mine from across the room, a muscle feathering in his jaw. Pogue had noticed my presence and didn’t seem too pleased about it. What else was new?
Asshole . . .
The man across the booth from him had the most beautiful shade of midnight blue hair swept up into a neat man bun. The dark hue contrasted against his silvery-pale skin. It made me wonder what color eyes he—gold.
Gold eyes shimmered from a distance, studying me. They volleyed between Pogue and myself, deeply amused. It was the look of a gambler when fixed on a promising hand.
A woman with long blonde hair and averyskimpy minidress strode up to Pogue, sliding into his lap like she owned the damn thing. Her hands lazily trailed down his face as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, breasts smushing up against his chin.
Tramp.
No, no—that’s not very nice.I internally scolded myself.She could be a very sweet lady who’s just having the time of her life. Flirting with . . . him.
Something in my stomach went sour watching her on his lap.
He’s an asshole. And you don’t care,I reminded myself.
“So, if he were an altar, would you feel the urge to kneel down and worship his?—”
“Aine!” I cut that imagery off, hexing her with a stare.
She cackled.
Looking back toward Pogue and hisothernew companion, Aine’s brow furrowed, all amusement wiped clean. “What business does he have with aDorchaSi?” She motioned to the silver-skinned man.
“Dorcha?” I asked.
Breena, ever the professor, chimed in. “Basically, our opposite. If Aos Si are light, they’re our depressing, dark equivalent. Long ago the Si were all one, but that changed after the rebellion—or at least a pathetic failed attempt at one.”
“What happened?” I frowned.
Aine scoffed. “Long story short, a small group of selfish pricks tried to trick the elders to take power for themselves. But their plan backfired. They were captured and cursed—hence the ashen skin.”
Breena nodded. “Unfortunately, they escaped before they could be officially punished. They then reestablished themselves across the land as theDorchaSi.”
Dark Si—interesting. Even more so, why was Pogue in a heated conversation with one?
Blondie tramp was gone and Pogue now looked like he was going to throttle Manbun.
What were they talking about? Wait—I didn’t care. It was none of my business.
