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Blade’s shoulders were drooping as she came around the edge of the car, clearly hating this. Giggling, I nudged her. “Feverpoint Freaks head to college.”
“Wouldn’t be the first.” Nash chuckled as she nodded toward Cyrus.
“What do you mean?” My brows furrowed. Did one of these killer clowns actually get a college degree? It was hard to imagine Cyrus taking orders in a stuffy classroom.
But a burning look from Cyrus’ dark eyes made Nash shake her head. “We just deal here sometimes.”
“Right.” I nodded.
As Cyrus moved up the stone slab steps to the towering oak door of the Victorian mansion, I noticed that the LD sisters didn’t fly a banner with their symbol. They didn't project anything about themselves to the rest of campus, actually.
There was at least a comfort in that.
Before knocking, Cyrus turned on the heels of her combat boots to point at all of us. “Don’t mention Feverpoint. Or what we do. They don’t need to know anything about us. We need information from them.”
Swallowing, I nodded. With Rubin hunting for me, and claiming that he was destined to be with me, I wasn’t interested in letting anyone know where I’d been hiding out.
Turning back to the door, Cyrus raised a fist to knock when the door flung open.
A gorgeous woman with tan skin and long, curly hair smiled kindly from the threshold. Her black fishnets and mini-skirt showed off luscious thighs, but it was her torn up band tee that I really loved about her outfit.
The woman swung the door wide, gesturing for us to come on in. “Welcome to Laniidae!”
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TESS
“I’m Teresa Mendez. It’s so nice to meet you.” She paused, waiting for our introductions, but Cyrus just crossed her arms.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
Narrowing her eyes for just a moment, Teresa marched down the hall, gesturing for us to follow her. It was a short walk to the solid double doors that guarded their sitting room. But even in the few steps we’d taken, it was clear that the house was fucking stunning.
All hardwood and brass fixtures, every surface of the house shined with polish. From the heavy-framed artwork to the plush hallway runners, everything in the house screamed expensive. It was clear that everything was newly renovated, but whoever had done the job kept a careful eye to maintaining the charm and original features of the old Victorian.
These bitches are loaded.
As Teresa threw open the double doors and ushered us in, I noticed a flash of ink at the nape of her neck: an intricate sword and scales tattoo. Though the image was different from our deck, the visual instantly reminded me of the Freaks’ tarot deck, the Justice card.
I wonder what Nash’ll make of that.
Through the doors, we were greeted by the sight of two more sorority sisters cuddled up on one of the couches: a sweet looking brunette with big brown eyes and a charming blonde masc who looked like they belonged at a yacht club.
“These are Dom’s friends,” Teresa announced, gesturing to us as we entered behind her.
“Kennedy Burns,” the masc stood, extending a hand and a smile. “Pleasure.”
Following Nash’s lead, I accepted the handshake, earning a side eye from Cyrus. Meanwhile, Teresa settled on the couch, resting her arm around the brunette. The gesture looked as sweet as it did possessive, and my time with the Freaks had more than equipped me to clock the dynamic.
Maybe we’ve got more in common than I thought.
Smirking as Teresa murmured something into her ear, the brunette tried to hide a blush from her face. “I’m Elle. So glad you guys could make it.”
No one really responded. Nash sat stiffly on one of the couches, while Blade perched criss-crossed by her feet. Cyrus, on the other hand, stood rigid by the doorframe, like she was ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
As normal as they acted in the real world, my Freaks were clearly uneasy here. It was rare for them to step off of their turf. Rarer still to need a favor.
Guess it’s on me to beat the feral allegations.
