Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
“War.” His tone turns hard.
I slowly turn to face him, his passive eyes on mine. Not as vivid as Halen’s, more of a forest green in moonlight. Almost black. I don’t know if that was nature's way of reminding everyone why there’s not a smidge of morality to Priest Hayes. You can’t call him the Devil, because he’s worse.
The Devil is patient, Priest Hayes is barbaric. “This is bigger than my opinion. She can do what the fuck she wants, she’s a King now. But this is bigger than that and you know it.”
I flick the spliff out onto the ground, using my boot to put it out. “I know. I’ve been knowing.” I turn my back to him. “It’s just us fucking around. It’ll be nothing more than that. Once we hit, I’m sure we’ll both move on. Just been this fucked-up fantasy since she rubbed her shit over my dick all those years ago.”
“She what—” Priest levels.
I smirk over my shoulder. “What?”
“Fucker…” He shakes his head, turning back to watch the ongoing boring fuckfest. “You were gonna hurt her.”
My blood turns hot, rushing to my cheeks. My stare on him darkens. “Which one?”
Priest pushes off the table and heads to the group. He kicks the guy that’s fucking one of the girls doggy style, and the fuckwit stumbles to the ground while holding his dick. “I don’t think any of you showed us anything we’ve never seen before.”
The music isn’t loud, but just enough that you can chat without worrying anyone can hear you. People have thinned out as time has gone on, leaving those who make a habit of drinking themselves into a coma before going home. They’re all too busy drinking to pay attention to us, and besides, everyone knows to keep their distance.
“Game two.” He rounds the group as River finally turns her chair back around to face us, flipping me off.
I use the bottle of whiskey to hide my laugh, allowing the liquid to sit over my tongue. I need something to take the edge off. I know what Halen feels like now, and fuck if I don’t want to bury myself inside of her and fuck her until her body gives out.
Kind of want to rip her skull in half just to see what she really thinks of me.
The wall to the side of the bar splits in half as the sound of heavy metal screeches when it opens.
Priest gestures to the rectangular metal space. “Enter.”
They scramble into the box, desperate for rest.
We follow not long after, and I can feel Halen’s slow steps echoing from behind. As much as I want to address the fucking elephant in the room, I can’t have a distraction. That’s what she is—a fucking distraction.
Once we’re all inside, the doors slowly close and silence settles around us.
Stella clears her throat. Always the first one. “What’s the second game?”
I circle my finger and gesture to the other wall when it parts, opening out into darkness. Twigs snap beneath my boots when I step forward, following the radiance of the full moon that beacons through the forest.
Flames from a nearby bonfire caresses my skin, where Katsia waits by a stray tree trunk with a Lost Boy on each side. Her long dress splits on either side, the material tight around her waist before relaxing around her feet.
“You took long enough.” She pretends to observe her nails.
I circle the confined blaze as everyone filters around behind me.
Katsia’s heavy-lined eyes roam my body, stopping at my unbuckled jeans. She’s always been a woman of habit. Too bad not even she would be able to satiate the hunger tonight.
“Game two,” Priest addresses everyone in a flat tone. The wind swoops around us as the embers from the fire glitter the air. “It’s simple, really.” He lowers himself down onto a log.
Vaden closes in behind them. “Run.”
They all jerk forward, their nude bodies disappearing through the condensed trees.
Stella and Halen remove their masks and make their distaste for Katsia obvious by staying as far away from her as possible.
My phone vibrates against my thigh, and I reach inside, seeing Bishop’s name flash over the screen.
I force my mask off and answer. “B…”
It’s silent for a moment. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re all having too much fun tonight?”
I don’t bother fighting the grin on my face. “Yeah, we may have got a little carried away.”
“Son…” I know that whatever he’s about to say isn’t gonna be good. “We’ve got a problem. The girls there?”
I make my way to Priest and Vaden. “Yeah.” I side-eye them both. “Why?”
Silence.
“Good. Don’t let them out of your sight. I didn’t want this shit happening so close to the ritual, but the same people you chased down could be connected to a group that we’ve been chasing.”