When we reach the edge of the beach, there's already a crowd. It looks like any other bonfire get together to me. Hell, it looks actually like the party I was pulled from, except it’s not humans drinking and dancing around the fire, but monsters.
We head straight to the drink table, but there’s nothing there recognizable at all.
“Rez, you have to try a Pixie Bomb,” Moni says and I laugh.Looks like she’s back up and going again.
JP agrees with her and gets to work grabbing a sparkling blue bottle that glows along with a white jar full of little m&m size balls. He explains how to take the shot while he makes them and drops the white ball into it at the end.
“So, what you’ll do is take the shot but make sure you don’t drink the ball,” he says.
“Um, why? I mean, if you don’t want to drink the ball, why put it in the drink?” I ask, totally confused.
“The ball is what makes the drink so good, but pixies have a nasty sense of humor. If you swallow the ball, it makes you fart and stains your pants so people know you fucked up.” He points to a guy by the fire, and sure enough, you can make out a small bright green spot on his white pants.
“It’s like a challenge. What do you say?” Zeke asks, handing me a shot.
I’m not one for turning down this type of challenge. Throwing back the shot, liquid fire shoots down my throat. Shit, that’s worse than Everclear. At least that aftertaste was some kind of berry. I nearly miss the ball, but not everyone in my group is as lucky as me.
Zeke farts so loud that it’s heard over the music and everyone turns to look. Unfazed, he throws his hands up in the air, whooping, and everyone cheers. Laughing along, I notice not everyone is joining in on the fun. Out of the fray, I see the harpies and their Queen.
‘Ugh. Of course, they are here,’I groan.
‘Want me to piss on them?’
‘Would you? Just kidding. What drink do you want?’I ask, looking around the table. Lynx, in his Marten form, crawls up to my shoulder and points to the pretty pink bottle. Ready to do anything for him, I grab a small bowl and pour the liquid, setting it down for him by my feet.
“Are you sure that’s a wise thing to give aFamiliar?” A husky voice asks in an inquisitive tone.
Who in their right mind is questioning how I treat myFamiliar? I turn in a huff, and my lungs deflate as I’m met with a muscular chest. I have to lean back to take in his frame. A tight black and white tank top is stretched across his massive upper body, tucked into his tapered waist, and disappearing into his distressed jeans. They are so tight, I can trace the muscles of his legs as he shifts at my perusal. His feet are bare, and for some reason, I find that hot as fuck.
Continuing my ogling, I go back up to his chest and notice his chiseled arms and broad shoulders. His neck is bulging, and there’s black stubble along his strong angular jaw. Finally looking up, I see the most piercing green eyes I’ve ever seen in years. His irises are light green in the middle and deep forest on the edges framed by dark lashes that most girls would kill for. They even rival Ryker's, which is saying something. His dark hair is tousled in that just fucked way, and my pussy clenches.
Down girl. You already CUMbusted—see what I did there?—We don’t need another one so soon. But her clenching says otherwise.
I notice the knowing smile, and it finally just clicks. THIS is the asshole that was in my Familiars class.
FUCKER.
“Hey Bestie, I see you met Knox,” Moni says and hiccups. Noticing my surroundings beyond the asshole again, I look down at her and see her eyes are all glassy as she’s swaying. How many drinks did she down in this short time?
“Oh, ask him why he hates me so much,” she whispers, or tries to, but her words come out louder than average. Knox blanches and stutters to open his mouth, but Moni takes that opportunity to faint.
JP comes over and picks her up, “That’s five,” he announces and gives Knox a head nod.
This fucker is the asshole that made Moni feel so inadequate?He’s a piece of shit, and I’m about to tell him that when the Queen shows up without her ear bandages.Hmm. Interesting. So does that mean she was faking?
“Oh, there you are, Knox. Angel was just asking about you. I thought you weren’t coming,” she says and runs her talons down his arm, causing me to see red. I don’t know why jealousy rears its ugly head at that moment. I don’t know him, nor do I want to. First impressions mean the world to me.
Blonde barbie comes walking up and takes Knox’s other side. “Hey, Knox,” she purrs, wrapping her fingers around his bicep.
“Hey Angel,” Emer says, smiling at the blonde barbie.
Uninterested in this conversation now, I go to walk away, but the Harpy opens her mouth. “Oh, hey there,Sentina! How’s your face doing?” Emer asks innocently enough, but boy, do I have a treat for her.
Turning back, I put on my best Vanna White impersonation, presenting my cheek like it’s the best present in the world. “Oh, it’s so smooth. Just like a baby’s ass—which is what you are. Try to disintegrate me again, and you’ll regret it.” I smile sweetly.
“What do you mean, disintegrate?” Levi interrupts, walking up next to me and handing me a drink.
I watch as Emer’s jaw DROPS while she takes in Levi. Guess they weren’t kidding about him not coming out to parties. I smile into my drink as I tentatively take a sip, finding a sweet berry taste.
