“No! I don’t want to see you.”
I relaxed my shoulders and then turned to look at my reflection in the mirror that stood from floor-to-ceiling andwall-to-wall. I looked like a mess. I stood and went to it, observing myself.
My makeup had been ruined from the crying, and I’d sweated off the remainder of the night. My face was flushed and my eyes were bloodshot. But I was more concerned with the rest of me. Did I look different?
I knew it was absurd. I hadn’t actually had sex. I was still a virgin. While I couldn’t give Moth my first touch or orgasm anymore, I still had my hymen. The clinical term wasn’t sexy, but he wouldn’t care. I was glad Priest had kept his massive package in his underwear last night. With how good I’d felt, I didn’t know if I would have stopped him.
I raised my arms and my nightie rose so high you could see the round curves of my breasts. Oh, how stupid I’d been to invite Priest here! He was just a man, with the same urges as all the others. He saw me, wearing this ridiculous nightie, and couldn’t help himself. With shaky hands, I undressed to stare at myself fully naked in the mirror.
My nipples were hard and darker than normal. I reached for one and winced. They were swollen and sensitive. I spun around, looking for hickeys or other love bites, and thankfully found none. I wasn’t sure, as I reached for my pajamas if I was relieved or disappointed to see no change in me, other than simply being sore.Unlocking the door, I cautiously walked out into the living room where Priest sat, fully clothed, on the couch. He looked up at me with amusement, and I blushed.
“You should probably get dressed. It’s a little cold.” His eyes went to my chest, where my peaked nipples shone through the dress..
“Okay,” I said softly and rushed to my room to dress.Priest waited for me. I hadn’t packed any practical clothes. We were going to be inside a warm hotel resort all week, not a rundown building with no power. I pulled on a dress and my winter coat, and together, we went downstairs.
Arden, the caretaker, was at the stairs, handing out flashlights to everyone as they came down.“Apologies. We lose power often during harsh weather.”
“It’s daytime, why do we need flashlights now?” Juniper complained a few steps ahead of us. “When will the power come back on?”
“Hopefully sometime tonight,” Arden answered. “The path to town is blocked until the snow melts. There is no other way down the hill.”
I shared a nervous look with Priest.Tristan waved us all into the banquet hall for breakfast.
“Well, we have a full week to let the snow melt. Until then, I say let’s eat, then get started with the day’s activities.”
“Which are?” Annie joined us, sitting right beside Priest across from me. Jealousy flared inside me, and I blinked away the odd emotion. Why would I be jealous of my brother with a woman? That was how it should be.Not in bed with me, with his hands between my legs.Priest shifted away, putting an extra foot’s distance between them.
“A haunted tour. Which is perfect with no power. We’ll be able to fully experience everything the Vincent has to offer us. Perhaps we will see a spirit in the halls,” Tristan said.
Gloriana came in, pushing a cart.
“Continental breakfast, as there is no way to heat bacon,” she muttered, setting boxes of cereal on the table, along with pitchers of milk. I reached for the Froot Loops, and Annie snickered.
“How old are you, twelve?” She turned away from me. “You know, Priest, Delaney was telling Moth last night that she’s still a virgin. She can’t even legally drink. How lame.”
“She’s not terrible,” he teased me.
“Well, if you ever get bored in your room with little Miss Froot Loops, come find me.”
“Noted.” Priest did something that made mybreath stutter. Waiting for me to look up, he itched his nose and then inhaled. He made sure to maintain eye contact as he did so, stretching his arms afterward to make it look less conspicuous.
That was the hand he’d had between my legs for hours last night. My thighs clenched and my core ached as I recalled how skilled he was with them.Priest grinned wickedly at me, as if he could read my thoughts and reached for the Froot Loops as well.
“I don’t think she’s boring.”
Rule 18 - Delaney
Don’t tell the killer your plans.
“It’s cold, but we’ve got fires going in every fireplace,” Tristan told us over our cold cereal.
“It’s still pretty cold in here,” Annie complained. “I can see my breath.”
“Yes, well, put more layers on,” Tristan snapped and turned back to the rest of us. “There will be brainstorming sessions in the Delambre room, and a write-in will take place in the Marion room, snacks and drinks will be provided in both. I personally plan on spending my morning in the Delambre room. Anyone else?”
Everyone looked around, but no one came forward right away.
“What are you going to do today, Priest?” Annie asked. He glanced at me, and I looked at my soggy cereal.
