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"What's new there? I hope your whores were worth it," I quip as I march past him, hitting his shoulder for good measure. "He's a cunt," I mutter, dropping down beside Channing, "and those pills Sasha takes are shit."
"You didn't—fuck, Bex. You need to stay off that shit."
I shrug. "Because the reality is so much better?"
"No, but you need to be on guard. If he catches—"
"He won't. We're smarter than that, right?" The two of us share a knowing smirk. My body begins to heat once more as I remember him and Sasha on the bed only feet away from Mia and me.
Fuck, that was hot.
Although not as hot as sliding inside her again. God, I’ve missed that.
I shift on my lounger and Channing doesn't miss the move.
"Yeah," he says, answering my unspoken question. "That needs to fucking happen again."
I'm still trying to find the right answer when two more people descend on the pool.
"Wondered when you were going to show your face, motherfucker," Cade barks at Tim as he and Fawn approach.
She's as white as a sheet but dressed appropriately in a black bathing suit and pink cover-up.
"Sorry we're late."
"Don't sweat it. The party has barely started, right girls?" he asks the mostly naked girls who are once again splashing around in the pool.
Fawn looks at them and rolls her eyes, slipping from Tim's side and falling down onto one of the loungers. She looks around as if she's trying to find someone—Sasha, maybe—but when she comes up empty, she rests her head back and closes her eyes.
Tim watches her for a few seconds before taking off in Cade's direction and accepting a drink
from him.
"What's their deal?" I ask Channing, more than curious about the pair—or more so the guy that had Hadley banished from town.
"Promised to each other when they were in diapers. They had their Eligere a couple years ago. They'll be married after they graduate."
"You think they're happy?" I ask, keeping my eyes on Fawn.
"Sometimes, yeah. Every now and then you'll catch them looking at each other and it makes you wonder if all of this bullshit can work. But more often than not, she's nowhere to be seen and Tim looks too exhausted to think, let alone work."
"Why?"
He shrugs. "Don't know the details, but I think she's got mental health issues. Or at least that's what I've surmised."
"What about him? He doesn't seem like them." I nod to Cade and Ashton, where the three of them are now deep in conversation.
"Oh, he is. He's Electi through and through. Fawn is just a distraction. I guess you could say she's softened him, but that's only because he doesn't live this life 24/7 anymore. But don't let him fool you with Fawn on his arm. He's just as twisted and brutal as they come."
"Devil in sheep’s clothing, huh?"
"Unless you see him angry. Then he's pure fucking evil."
"Right."
I watch them for a minute or two before looking back at Fawn. If she does have mental health issues, I can't help wondering how much of it is because of this bullshit life she's been born into and the role she's now forced to play as an Electi's fiancée.
Neither Channing nor I move unless it's to get more drinks or take a piss. We don't mention what happened or either of the girls’ names for fear of being overheard. We just attempt to enjoy ourselves, which is a fucking challenge when you’re partying with the devil himself.
