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Who lived in this house? Why did I have the distinct feeling that we were trading one hell for another?
I remained huddled behind Calax’s broad back. Declan was behind me, his hands seeping warmth into my shoulders. He gave them a reassuring squeeze.
Ducky had always been able to sense my unease.
The door swung open suddenly, the barest whoosh of sound, but I couldn’t see over the tall men blocking my path.
“Hello, ladies,” Fallon said politely. “We were wondering if we could stay here for the night.”
I could’ve snorted. The bastard was never that polite with me. No, he seemed to hold a constant “Adelaide’s an idiot” mentality whenever he was forced to address me. For some reason, his reverence towards these strangers caused jealousy to churn low in my stomach.
That jealousy only increased when a familiar voice spoke up.
“Of course! Anything for you guys! Come in! Come in! Let me get you something hot to warm you up.” Nobody could miss the suggestiveness of that last statement.
When the guys stepped into the house, I finally caught sight of the familiar, beautiful girl.
Elena.
Standing beside her, smile coy, was Bikini.
I tried to tamper my jealousy, especially when Elena rubbed her hand against Ryder’s bicep, but I couldn’t ignore the stabbing pain in my heart. I needed to bury this jealousy. I couldn’t allow these nonsensical feelings to hurt my relationship and friendship with the guys.
Plastering a large smile on my face, I stepped into the porch-light. It appeared as if this house was one of the few with electricity. I had to wonder if they had a generator or something.
Elena’s smile instantly fell when she saw me, being replaced by a cool glare.
Without any greeting, she turned on her heel and stomped back inside. Bikini, after one last wistful glance at Ryder and Ronan (she, no doubt, was thinking of a sandwich), followed after her.
“You didn’t say we were going to be spending the night at the devil’s house,” I whispered to Calax, and he snorted.
It was hard for me to ignore the cruel way Elena had treated me. She had been a stereotypical mean girl, driven by jealousy and a desperate need to be noticed and wanted by the guys. I knew she was in love with them, but I also knew that they didn’t hold the same sentiment towards her. According to the boys, they had shared her long ago - along with a dozen other females, unbeknownst to her. She had thought their relationship was something special; they had looked at her for sex. I couldn’t help but think that my boys were the bad guys in this scenario.
I did not want my relationship with the guys to become anything like Elena’s. Despite her hostility towards me, I pitied her. It must’ve been hard tolove someone who would never love her back.
And she had saved my life. I couldn’t - wouldn’t - forget that. She could’ve left me to die after the tornado trapped us underground, yet she spent the time to fix my injuries.
I had a feeling there was more to Elena than what meets the eye.
My socks sloshing with water, I followed the boys into the living room. A group of girls were spread out between the couch, the loveseat, and the floor. They all glanced up when we entered.
“Ryder!” an annoyingly chipper voice said. A petite figure immediately wrapped her arms around his narrow waist. Surprisingly, Ryder looked uncomfortable with her display of affection, especially when she pursed her lips in an awaited kiss. Sidestepping around her, he flashed a small smile.
“Afternoon, ladies,”he said. I couldn’t help but notice the appreciative stares the girls gave the guys.Myguys.
Once again, I had to rein in the green monster threatening to explode. I had never been the jealous type before - or the possessive type - but I never had anyone I actually cared about.
I half expected one of the guys to take up the offer that each girl was silently giving. I wouldn’t blame them; each girl was almost ethereal in beauty. All different body types and colors, they instantly made me feel like a damaged cabbage patch kid.
I knew my demented thoughts were only my depression speaking. I honestly knew that, but it didn’t change anything. The world could be a dangerous place when your own mind wasagainst you.
I felt moderately better when the boys remained standing beside me, arms crossed and expressions fierce, though I wasn’t naive enough to believe they were doing it for me.
Elena appeared from the side door, a pair of pajamas in her hands. Without making eye contact, she thrust them at me.
“I don’t have anything for the guys, but I figured you wouldn’t want to sit around in wet clothing.”
My heart swelled. “Thank you, Elena.”
