“Volatility is only dangerous when you fail tocontrolit. Fortunately, I’ve never had that problem.”
“I don’t recall asking for your unsolicited advice. This is a private conversation that doesn’t involve you.”
“And yet you’re having it in a room full of people. A fascinating interpretation of private.”
“I’m not entertaining this juvenile nonsense.”
Before the tension can escalate any further, Milo turns to Octavia with a grin.
“That’ll never be us, spitfire. We’re far too mad for each other to argue like that.”
“Are you genuinely stupid, or just naturally an idiot?”
Octavia shoots him a look of pure disgust.
“I told you I hate you, and everything your family represents. You could collapse right here, and I wouldn’t so much as move to help.”
“Damn it baby, keep talking dirty like that, but say it upstairs, while I’m buried deep inside you.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks at how casually he talks about... sex.
I drop my attention back to my book and pretend to read, but I catch Hunter watching me.
I don’t need to look to know that infuriatingly sly smile is currently on his face.
And thatdimple.
“You’re completely unhinged,” I hear Octavia say.
The conversations resume, and before I know it, an hour or two has passed when Octavia pushes to her feet.
“All right, girls,” she announces, a wild grin on her face. “Time to get ready for our night out.”
Right.
I’d almost forgotten.
We’d talked about it earlier.
I hadn’t thought we’d actually go through with it.
The room stills slightly, and every pair of eyes turns to her.
Arlo’s expression tightens. “Night out?”
“Yes,” Octavia replies sweetly. “A night out. Girls only. Men are uninvited.” She pauses, then adds, “On second thought, you can keep Reyes with you.”
Adelaide’s expression changes for a brief moment, but the look vanishes almost as quickly as it appears.
“How considerate of you,” she says dryly. “Though I can’t imagine you’ll need me there to hold your hair when you inevitably drink yourself into poor decisions.”
Octavia’s head snaps towards her.
“That’s rich, coming from someone who built an entire personality on poor decisions.”
Isaak sends a dark look in Octavia’s direction, and Milo immediately sits up straighter, fixing him with a lethal glare.
But Ophelia stands before anything can spiral any further.
