I glance down at the tank. There’s glitter all over the damn fuel cap. Someone’s gonna die for this.
I’m about to get off my bike and straight-up murder an asshole, when I hear it. The most beautiful sound in the universe. I look up, and Adora’s laughing. The idiots around her are laughing too, but I barely notice them.
Her laughter turns into a smug as hell smirk, and she starts walking toward me. Slow. Confident. Like she owns the wholeworld. Her hips sway hypnotically, and her eyes glint with satisfaction. She’s definitely not ignoring me anymore.
She stops in front of me, tilts her head to the right, and reaches out. Her finger touches my cheek. Just a tap, but I feel it straight to my soul. She holds it up between us, watching the fleck of pink glitter shimmering on her fingertip.
I can’t say a single word. I’m afraid I might shatter whatever spell this is.
“You really should listen when I tell you something,” she says, voice smooth and coated in sugar.
I blink, still gripping the handlebars tightly. “What?”
She steps closer and shrugs, like it’s obvious. Like I’m an idiot.
“I told you I don’t want you as my bodyguard. But instead of listening, you barked. You gave an order and expected me to fall in line.”
Her gaze sweeps over the cloud of glitter still dancing in the air around me. “Now you need to accept the consequences. They will stay with you for weeks to come.”
“I stepped back. You got Domino,” I say, still a little stunned.
She gestures to the sparkling disaster I’m currently sitting in, and smiles, all teeth and satisfaction.
“But you made me work for it first. Let the glitter remind you what happens when you don’t listen to me,Ghostie.” She glares suddenly. “I had help with this. There better be no blowback.”
Then she turns on her heel before I can speak. Walks away, hips swaying, straight to Ria and Temperance, and high-fives them both.
Bones moves toward me, eyes wide, barely holding in his laughter. I narrow mine, slide my aviators down, and point a finger at him.
“Your woman was part of this. Just for that, I’m taking your new Iron today,” I snap, though it doesn’t land as hard as I want.At the end of the day, if pink fucking glitter makes her laugh, then she can drown me in it. I’m still making Bones pay, though.
“The hell you are,” Bones snarls, no trace of laughter now. “You can take the King. Not my new bike.”
“It’s either the Iron, or I let Temperance know you already ordered her new Ol’ Lady cut,” I whisper harshly, eyes locked on his.
He stares right back. A beat. Two. Then he sighs, exasperated.
“Fuck, you’re mean,” he mutters, glaring as he yanks the keys out of his pocket and throws them at me.
I catch them with one hand.
“You’ve got an entire outline of pink glitter around your eyes from those sunglasses, fucker,” he spits, then turns and walks away.
I don’t even realize when a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I watch him go, and when my eyes drift, they lock with Adora’s. She’s looking at me funny. She’s plotting. Wonderful. I’m fucked.
But I’d rather face her hurricane than her silence.
Bring it on, adorable.
“What a fucking ball-twister of a day,” I mutter to myself, slamming the door to my office behind me.
I had to watch Domino make googly eyes at Adora all day. He kept making her laugh while all I could do was watch from a distance. Sparkling like a fucking disco ball. Not knowing what the hell he was saying to her felt like nails being pounded into my brain.
To top it all off, that Griffin fucker also stopped by. All smiles and casual touches.
Fuck. I’m bugging the bookstore. Tonight.
Shit. No. I can’t do that. Can I?
