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“You’ve been here for three days, and you are already starting drama.” Amos giggles the next day.
Honestly, if I was in a better mood, it’d be funny. Ledger didn’t talk to me at all and at dinner, he didn’t even look at me. I wasn’t one to beg, so I stopped trying. I get on my knees for no man, and I certainly don’t beg for attention from anyone.
In line at the mess hall, I glance over to see Khazon, and his little girlfriend walk in hand-in-hand. His hounds follow like puppy dogs. I know Khazon had something to do with all of this. He tried to get me to stay away from Ledger in the first place.
My eyes meet Ledger’s bright red eyes. I shouldn’t blame him or be pissed at him. It’s not his fault he has a shitty Soul Reaper. I was more pissed that I just met this guy and started liking him.
Don’t get me wrong.
Ledger makes me laugh harder than most guys have, and he always has witty replies to mine. He and I have talked about anything we like, from music, food, and more. And he’s a hellfire hellhound with a sexy ass body… Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. But I met him last week. I do not get attached to men easily, but something about these men is making me lose my damn mind. I’ve never felt so secure and safe around anyone before.
I turn around, bumping into someone and, instead of slapping my tray down like Miya, they catch it.
“Watch it before there’s a repeat of yesterday,” a heavy rough voice says.
I look and lock eyes with Jigsaw, the toxic hellhound. I glance down to see his gloved hand steadying my tray. “Are you sure you don’t want to just… hit it out of my hand and call me a whore?”
I can tell he smiles under the leather mask by the way his lime-green eyes push up at the corner. “Now, why would I do that? All the hounds know you were turned on by being called a whore.”
My jaw drops as he walks away. My eyes travel down to his jeans with chains on them. When I look back up, our eyes meet. He watched me look at his ass.
“See you are already moving on,” Amos says.
“It’s different.” I want both Jigsaw and Ledger at once. Hazen could even join in.
Amos grabs my hand just as I enter the reaper dorm house after dinner on that Thursday night. “There’s a Halloween party tonight,” she says.
I look up. “On a Thursday night?”
“We don’t have classes tomorrow because of the telum ceremony,” she says, jumping around. “Let’s forget men and go drink in the Shadow World and have fun!”
I smirk. “You had me at Halloween party.”
Amos squeals, almost jumping with joy.
“But I don’t have a costume for it,” I say. I wonder if this is really a good idea. It is the day before the ceremony where we get our weapons for soul reaping and all Amos is thinking about is getting drunk.
“I have a costume for you.” She smiles wickedly. We spend the next hour and a half getting ready for the costume party. Even though I haven’t been here for long, I almost forgot that it was fall. There’s no seasons in the Shadow World, just dull everlasting warm weather. The outfit Amos gave me should be classified as lingerie. The top is lace, barely covering my pierced nipples, and has a little skirt to cover my white thong. A halo sits around my head. Amos is in the same type of clothing, but red, and with two red horns on her head.
Amos and I step out of the taxi that we ordered. I can hear the music blaring from down the street from the house. Mansion, really. I wasn’t even sure who lived here or who was throwing the party. The house is almost as large as the palace. Apparently, they have these types of parties all the time, especially right before and after ceremonies.
“Who will all be here?” I ask as if I know anyone.
“Most people from the academy. Nothing too crazy,” she says.
Crazy seems to completely explain what is going on inside. People dance in the massive living room with speakers shaking the room more than the stomping. People are drinking and making out in the hall. I pass someone who blows smoke at me. I roll my eyes, moving on. Amos gets pulled by someone toward the very nice matte black kitchen, and like a puppy, I follow. I don’t know many people here, despite them all knowing who I am.
Amos bumps into Miya just as we make it to the kitchen.
Her blue eyes find me, and she makes a noise. “Look at what the trash brought in.”
“You and this obsession with trash…” I chuckle, moving away from her, but she steps in my way.
“Are you always dressed like a slut?” she shoots at me, earning laughter from her little group of girls. “Is it because you are one?”
I smile, sweetly. “Does it get you off to put women down for what they want to do?”
She rolls her eyes. “I like to call it how I see it. Like”—her eyes travel behind me to someone over my shoulder—“how you throw yourself at multiple guys at a time. We all know why you are really here.”
