Glynda spun on her cute heels and glared at the asshole fae.
“Excuse me?”
Farris ignored her angry huff and sniffed. “If everyone’s ready, let’s go. I have shit to do.”
“You have shit to do?” Glynda’s enraged shriek stopped me in my tracks. Zane smirked and mimed eating popcorn, which made me smile for a second.
“Does this shit involve fucking other females?”
Wow, what in the realm was happening here?
“I do not wish to discuss that here with you,” Farris hissed. His bored demeanor had vanished, leaving raging psycho Farris with impulse control issues front and center. I pulled a spark to my fingers in case this little spat got out of hand and I needed to toast the fae’s balls.
“Oh, we’re going to discuss it alright, you fae asshole.” Glynda stamped her foot and skewered Fae with a furious glare. I’d never seen her this angry. She mostly avoided confrontations. A bit like me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, worried maybe she was having some kind of emotional meltdown.
“Nothing a good hate-fuck wouldn’t fix,” Zane announced with a grin.
“Enough! We go now.” Farris stormed out of the dorm. My mates all shrugged.
“Fucking asshole shithead cuntosaurus fae twat,” Glynda muttered. I grabbed her hand and tugged her with me. I blinked before shaking my head. We needed to talk about this development, preferably over drinks. Alcoholic drinks.
“Forget about your date and come with us. We can have a girly night out and trash-talk the fucking fae.”
“I heard that!” Farris yelled.
“Good!” Glynda yelled back. “You know what? Let’s get really drunk. You can be my wingwoman; I feel like hooking up with a slutty shifter tonight.”
“Um, okay?” I didn’t have wings, and Glynda would almost certainly regret a hookup with a shifter, but as her best friend, I had a moral duty to make sure she had fun tonight.
Considering the entire realm was supposed to be on lockdown, the club appeared surprisingly full. Everywhere I looked, witches, mages, and other magicals were partying like the world was about to blow up.
Nobody here seemed concerned about demon attacks or the rising cases of feral shifters. Nope. They were all drunk on lust and copious quantities of weird and wonderful cocktails.
Alaric had tagged along with us but hadn’t tried talking to me. Instead, he nursed a foul-looking green drink and stared into space as Maverick and Rasmus formed a protective barrier around me and Glynda.
Zane pushed through the circle of steely muscle and slid an arm around my waist, pressing a pink, fizzy drink into my hand.
“Want to visit the playroom later?”
I gulped, remembering all too well what had happened with him and my bear last time. Then my gaze snagged on my best friend, who had yet to mingle with anyone despite saying she wanted to hook up with a shifter.
The fae asshole had disappeared the moment we arrived in Thornville, muttering something about a meeting.
I wondered if the meeting was with a siren. If so, I hoped she had a nasty case of mage lice or festering leech pustules. It would serve him right for upsetting my friend, who still refused to tell me what was going on.
“I should probably stay close to Glynda,” I told Zane. “She’s upset.”
“I’ll hook her up with one of the more decent shifters here tonight,” Zane said dismissively. “A few orgasms, and she’ll forget all about the fae fucker.”
I shoved him back and scowled. “Be more empathetic!” I sometimes forgot what an asshole he could be with everyone else.
“Okay,fiiine. I won’t hook her up.” My incubus pouted adorably. “Even though it would do her good. Get over a fae by getting under a shifter.”
Not in the mood for Zane’s bullshit, I slid closer to my friend.
“Wanna talk about it?” Glynda sipped her blue drink and shook her head.
