?Hanna complains about the lack of music, Ricka is pressed up against Kyno, Jullia is drooling over some other book guy name that Asher rolls his eyes at again. Mila – I think – is holding hands with the demon and I smile wide at Adam. The poor fella looks so out of place in this fuzzy screen.
?Fuck.
?I should have paced out those first two shots. One of them is equivalent to like. . . what – IDK actually. Like a really, really drunk person. Like waking up in the morning in Kansas when you live in Nebraska.
?Man, I’d kill for some french fries. McDonald’s the OG.
?Someone asks if we want a coat or jacket or something like that and I blow raspberries. “Burning is what I do best.” And then I chuckle to myself because of the irony. I can control blue flame and yet I can still be burned.
?Fucking fate.
?But no! None of that. That’s what Jullia said. We party. We dance. God, I love dancing. I drink some more. Maybe I go find Varian so he can chase me around the city instead of the woods this time. Or Darian and Thorne can come get me. I haven’t done anything with more than one of them and I’m curious. Have had dreams about that in abundance.
?Jullia giggles in my ear as the demon begins doing whatever it is. Somehow we got from my room to outside in like point five seconds. “You smell so good, Mave. I love your scent. Especially now. There’s more florally-ness.”
?“Not a word!”
?“Fucking buzzkill,” she mutters to whoever said something and I giggle at her. She starts giggling too. “Goddesses, Mavyn, I freakin love you.”
?Her nose nuzzles my neck and I wrap my arm around her waist.
?“Stop groping my girlfriend.”
?We both giggle together as we snuggle closer. Then the portal opens and we huddle closer together ready to enter it.
?“What a night to be alive!” one of the girls cheers.
?When you do feel most alive?
?The perimeter of the portal is around us and the demon does something to make the ground glow. I lower my brows as I fumble with opening my little purse and pull out another vial. I shoot it back and revel in the burn down my throat right as the demon portals us.
?There’s a weightless feeling for a moment followed by a rush of air, and then lights like New York appear in front of me.
?The voices go quiet as Jullia begins dragging me. My friends surrounding us and I let myself forget.
Thirty-Nine
Thorne – March 14
She is going to get punished for this. I don’t know what’s worse – this or her wearing those gym clothes.
?This.
?Definitely this.
?Especially because her hair that’s swept up high and falling in silky strands down her back accentuates every feature. Smokey eyes that make her pale pink color pop and lips redder than my blood that are naturally plump. Her long legs extended with ridiculously high heels I’m amazed she can perfectly walk in.
?And that dress.
?Her entire back is exposed and I can catch glimpses of the side of her perky little tits when she twists and turns. The hem of the so-called dress doesn’t even touch mid-thigh. It ends rightunder her ass and I swear if she bends down I am going to kill every single person who’s eyes land on her ass.
?Fucking unholy gods. She’s breathtaking as she and her friends enter the club.
?When she said she was going out with her friends I was so close to telling her no. Not because she couldn’t handle herself – she’s proved that well enough these last few months – and not even because I’m a jealous fucking bastard and don’t want anyone but me to see her like this. It’s because Alexandros wants her.
?Two weeks ago was supposed to be his big coming down. Exposing the Mage Board for their lies as he destroyed the Willow of Lore that was the key, lock, and door for the veil shielding the gods from us. The reason they have not been seen or heard from in over five thousand years.
?Alexandros told us that destroying the tree was how we unlocked the veil and we needed that unlocked in order to fulfill the prophecy regarding the Forgotten God of Blood Moons. We needed to know his name in order to make him remembered.
