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RUNWAY OF CARNAGE: PART TWO
“The quality of your suit is superb. Face-to-face, it gives off a matte finish, but on the stage, it appeared holographic red! It’s clear no magic was involved in the shift so I’m rather intrigued as to who the designer may be for this piece of work?”
“It’s from Devil’s Clothing Boutique,” I stated while my eyes were looking anywhere else but at this hyper fae of a man who’d been wasting my time since intermission.
After my walk, the game plan was to find my pack and stay with them until the final walk but fuck. This fae literally poofed into existence and had been pestering me with a multitude of questions that were either invasive or attempts to trigger me.
With how dense the atmosphere was with power, I didn’t feel comfortable reaching out into the pack connection to ask for someone to come bail me out of this “respectfully.”
I knew many fae could easily read minds, so using such a vulnerable asset in such a space was a no-no. That was exactly why I stood here sipping on some scotch to save me while I remained William.
“Devil’s Clothing Boutique? I’ve never heard of them!” This man was far too excited. “Are you sure?”
“You’re a fae,” I pointed out. “You’d know whether I’m lying or not.”
His nervous laughter only made things more annoyingly awkward as he continued with, “You’re right! You’re right. There’s no harm in asking though. This is a new establishment, isn’t it? I would know. I’m very into the latest fashion trends and this fashion designer has to be extremely exclusive or new for me to not know about them.”
“Well, feel free to search up Scorching Designs for the Royal Elite,” I offered out of pure boredom. "I’m sure that would answer why you’re unaware of this designer and his high-class business.”
I could see the threads of embarrassment begin to form on the man’s pale face, but he quickly tried to hide it as he laughed again.
“Most certainly I’d be eligible. I’m fae and high member in one of the most prestigious courts in the fae lands. Our king is a prodigy himself and has made himself known through the entire realms of Faerie,” he boasted like I’d insulted his homelands.
“Must be nice,” I dismissed and took another sip of my whisky. I really just wanted to gulp it down, but if I let the alcohol shimmer even a little bit in my system, my patience would be out the door.
I’d probably start a fucking war before ascending to my birthright.
"Harold, are you done talking the poor lad’s ear off?” A woman in an embellished red dress that could certainly twinkle in pitch darkness emerged at his side with a cunning grin.
One look her way made me frown because it was clear she was probably here to find out who designed my attire just like this Harold dude was.
“Good evening, Mr. De Luca, was it?” she said in a flirtatious way that made me want to puke somewhere. I didn’t know if she was trying to be seductive or cunning, but you’d be a fool to not catch onto the condescending vibe she was giving.
Especially by still referring to me as De Luca.
"William.” I left it at that as I closed my eyes and sipped more of my drink. I was already on a downhill trip at this rate, so fuck it.
“Ah yes. William. It was rather delightful to see you walking on the runway. It’s obviously an honor to get to participate in such a lavish show,” the woman carried on and pulled out a dazzling red fan.
“I’m pleased that you enjoyed it,” I dryly commented as my eyes were scanning the room in hopes I’d see anyone at this point.
I felt Viktor was somewhere, but if he wasn’t coming to bail me out, there had to be a reason for it. Either I was being purposely cornered or something bigger was brewing.
With the intermission art gallery being viewed and the car auction happening simultaneously, I had a strong feeling the original four Forbidden members were backing each other up—Dimitris being with Neo while Saint was probably with Jayce.
Onyx had to be nearby like Viktor, which I could only assume included Loki because Dimitris would ensure they stuck together in a place that could be rather accessible for the Vile Queen and her minions.
That left Milo and Arthur, which meant they had to be together. As for Aura, I had no clue where she was, though I felt in my heart that she could handle herself.
She survived rising to the throne in the realms of Faerie. I’m sure events like these are nothing in comparison.
"Now, Tana. I’ve yet to complete my discussion with William in regard to his fashion designer.” Harold spoke up as if he were insulted by the intrusion.
“He informed you of their information. Use the mundane method of searching their info on Google,” Tana huffed. “He’s clearly bored of your nagging efforts.”
“His boredom stems from your arrival,” Harold combated as if he didn’t want to admit the truth that was right in his face.
I guessed I did look pretty miserable, but how do you hide “bored and want to run out of this joint” when the sensation only grows stronger by the second?
