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And these assholes were not safe.
They’d come here to drink, party, and fuck.
And Neri was far, far too fucking young for that.
My teeth ground together.
“Yo, mate. Allan, is it?”
I blinked back my anger and stared at the guys a few metres away.
Keeping half my attention on Neri as she figured out how to light the camp stove that Zara had set up to cook on, I focused on the shaved-head guy who’d already had enough beers to be well over the limit.
“It’s Aslan.”
“Cool name.” He toasted me with his half-empty bottle.
“Isn’t that the name of the lion in the The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe?” one of the girls sitting by Joel’s feet asked, flicking me a smile. “Narnia or some shit.”
“It’s not shit,” Neri piped up, glaring at the girl. “The Chronicles of Narnia are a classic.”
“The witch was pretty hot, I’ll admit.” Joel laughed. “Especially when she turned all those creatures into ice. Or was it stone? Either way, she was an unapologetic bitch.”
Joel’s mate snickered, cocking his chin at me. “My name’s Gareth, and this is Hadleigh.”
I nodded. “Hey.”
“I’m Rita, and this is Molly.” The redhead wearing a bikini wrapped around her torso with a thousand gemstone strings smiled. “We all go to the same school. We’re two years above Neri and Zara but figured...they’re sensible enough to drink responsibly.” She laughed as if she was hilarious.
“She’s not.” I crossed my arms. “Not old enough to drink or do whatever else you’re planning on doing here.”
“Aslan,” Neri snapped. “You’re not my father. Shut up.”
I glowered at her. “I’m here because of your father. And thank fuck I am, seeing as you lied about how this trip would go.”
“I didn’t lie.” Neri hunched. “I just...fibbed that parents were coming.”
“Parents are most definitely not coming.” Rita chuckled, dropping her eyes and looking me up and down. “We’re here for fun. Everyone is free to be who they want and do whoever they want.” Before I could growl that those sort of rules weren’t gonna fly with me, she asked, “How old are you, Aslan?”
Doing my best to keep my temper in check, I replied, “Nineteen.”
“So you finished school? Which one did you go to? Do you work, or are you at uni? If I’d known Nerida had a hot older brother, I would’ve popped by.”
“You didn’t even know Nerida until today,” Zara quipped, placing a pan on the small flame coming from the camping stove.
“But I do now.” Rita wriggled her fingers at Neri. “Hi, Neri. Do you think you could hook me up with your brother?”
“Not my brother,” Neri muttered, her face stern and any sign of a smile gone.
“Oh?” Rita crossed her legs and leaned forward, flashing me the crotch of her bikini, revealing the tiniest scrap of material that hid everything between her legs.
Despite myself, I hardened a little.
Taking a swig of luke-warm beer, I said, “I’m a friend of the family’s. Been staying with the Taylors to learn the family trade.”
The well-rehearsed line I’d heard Jack say so many times spilled effortlessly.
“Oh? What trade is that?” Molly asked, her eyes just as hungry as Rita’s as she studied me.
