“Hey,” Declan says, elbowing Quaid. “What’d you do? How’d you counteract Aric, for fuck’s sake? You’re a nobody.”
Even though I can’t see Quaid’s eyes behind those dumb sunglasses, I can tell they’re narrowed because he’s sneering when he side-eyes Declan. “How many fucking times do I have to spell it out for you people? I’ve been touched by Apollo. I have powers you can’t even imagine.”
Declan scoffs and I laugh.
Quaid thinks he’s our equal?
That’s actually funny.
“Quaid, you can counteract all you want. She’ll never stop wanting me. Star,” I say. And it comes out in a commanding voice, so she looks in my direction. Then, as she watches, I slide my hand down the front of my shirt, right down between my legs, and grab myself, giving my junk a tug to bring her eyes down where they need to be.
Sure enough, she blinks again.
Once more, she’s under my curse.
