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I let out a short giggle, seeing my own head nod. “Yes! I can see your dorky face. You’re definitely cuter than I thought you’d be!”
His mouth opens wide as he throws his head back and full belly laughs, warmth filling me soul-deep at the joy on his features. I watch as he bounces in place before pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek, spinning, and then smacking one directly on Ezra’s mouth as well. His face overtaking my view as he does.
“Did you feel that? Or did you only see it? How far does this go?” His childish excitement is overlapped by Ezra letting out a growl and pushing him aside with one hand to wipe at his face, my view through his sight following every movement he makes.
I let out a laugh at Kai’s antics, my hand turning sweaty in Ezra’s grip, but I refuse to let go. Letting go means going back to the darkness. And I really don't want to do that yet. Even if the ache in my head is rapidly increasing to a throb.
Nic is suddenly on my other side, his nearly black gaze almost debilitating as he stares into Ezra’s eyes like he’s staring straight to his soul. His sharp, manly jawline is clenched tightly. His ever-present five o’clock shadow and silky, thick black hair only add to the angles of his naturally beautiful features.
It really isn’t fair that an asshole like Nic is so damn pretty.
“You can see me?” His accent is punctuated by the movement of his full lips and I’m almost mesmerized by the combination of seeing his way too pretty face speaking inthatvoice. It should be illegal. Risk of spontaneous panty combustions and all that.
“I can.” My voice is soft and laden with desire, my mouth slack and hanging open slightly as Ezra’s gaze zeroes in on me.
Nic’s mouth pulls up in a dark smirk, black eyes flashing predatorily at my obvious reaction to him. His egotistical reaction burns anger through the lust that was rapidly overtaking me, the two forces of heat clashing and swirling together until I’m practically panting.
Maybe it is better that I’m blind. He holds far too much power over people when they can see his dark magnetism.
Shaking myself out of the haze of desire that had overtaken me, I will my brain to think of something–anything–other than the need to propose a gangbang again like the thirsty bitch I am. I even manage to ignore Nic as he smirks while watching me struggle with my damn sex drive. He wouldn’t be smirking so arrogantly if he knew I wasn’t just thinking about him.
“Hey! Wait. Kai! Put the picture in front of Ezra!” Exhilaration thrums in my veins until I’m practically vibrating. This is the perfect opportunity for me to prove them all wrong.
“Oh right. Okay. I think you dropped it somewhere…” He trails off as Ezra–and I–watch him search around the floor before snapping straight and shoving the paper right in his face.
“Kai, he isn’t a camera. You don’t have to put it directly in front of him!” I giggle as Ezra jerks his head back slightly, revealing the slatted wooden ceiling of the basement.
“Sorry. Here.”
I see at the same time as Ezra when it comes into view more gracefully and I focus through the now pounding agony of my skull to see the grainy surface of the photo. My stomach drops at the sight, every bit of joy fleeing me, leaving me to the sorrow that slithers in like a venomous snake.
There, right for me to see, is my father planting a kiss on a woman who is most definitely not my mother. You can’t see her face since the combination of her very blonde hair and my father’s face is blocking it, but the very small view of her jaw reveals that the angles just aren’t right.
The graying in my father’s dark brunette hair also gives away that this is most certainly not an old photo. He’s even wearing the damn Cowboys hoodie I bought him as a father’s day present the year he died–he was a Niners fan and I loved to mess with him.
Everything is exactly like the guys said it was. Not that I truly thought they were lying, I know that now. I just…didn’t want to believe it. It’s easier to call bullshit when the alternative is your entire worldview being flipped upside down.
The view on the photo moves and I see my face, now forlorn and wet with tears, my features twisted in agony. The pounding in my skull rockets up and I grab my head, the energy I was expending snapping away and pulling me into darkness. My legs start to buckle as I struggle to stay standing, but I know it’s pointless once I’ve gone this far.
“Uh, guys. Psychic overload incoming. Please catch me.”
Then nothing.
13
NICOLÁS DE LEÓN
“Nope. Didn’t work!” Kai saunters back into one of the raccoon’s rooms, I don’t know which one exactly, and throws the clown horn and fake magic bouquet on the bed. I clench my jaw and groan.
It’s been a couple days since Wicked passed out in the basement after overdoing it with her abilities, and she went from recovering from that, straight into the land of demons and bloodshed. Yeah, Wicked is officiallyriding the cotton pony. Or suffering from thegirl flu. Whatever you want to call it, the result is the same: she’s a fucking nightmare.
“That’s because you’re trying to cure a menstrual cycle with magic tricks for children! She can’t even see what you’re doing,imbécil!” I wipe my hands over my face and sit on the bed, forgetting entirely that the only reason I wasn’t sitting already is because Gizmo and Snitch are both corralling me into a corner, standing on their hind legs, hissing at me.
I jump up immediately, pushing my hands out in front of my body placatingly, but the damage has been done. They both lunge at me and I’m ashamed of the girlish scream that leaves my throat as they latch onto my pant legs and go to town on the fabric. They don’t actually hurt me, at least not enough to draw blood, but I’m officially down half of my wardrobe since I moved into Wicked’s place. Between the piss, shit, scratches, and destruction, I’m soon to be without clothes completely.
It’s not like I can borrow from the other two. Ezra is way too large and Kai is way too small for their shit to fit me. I need to go shopping. Though…maybe for body armor this time.
“Get them off! Get them off!” I bellow as one of their claws latches into a portion of the fabric and a loud tearing sound sounds as my entire shin is revealed to the room.
