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I know what the term shell-shocked means now.
She grins and kisses my cheek as she slides into the car, releasing me from her spell, and I suck in a deep breath, my lungs aching from the lack of oxygen.
Shaking off my desire, I hurry inside after her. Cillian sits at her side as Raff drives, and Astro sits with him. We always take turns, and I’m so lucky I get to sit in the back with her tonight.
My thoughts once more turn to what we’re walking into. “What can we expect this evening?”
“Drinking, dancing, rowdy celebrities, probably drugs, and people fucking in the pool.” She laughs. “Oh, and a whole lot of music.”
“And you?” I find myself inquiring. “Will you be hooking up in the pool?”
Her eyes widen, her eyebrow arching. “Why, are you offering?”
“No, I just mean, I understand we can’t go public, so if you’re wishing to . . . to fuck someone else this evening, I would like a heads-up so I can let these idiots lead me away before I kill the person you touch.”
She watches me carefully for a moment. “Dal, I don’t plan to hook up with anyone,” she tells me. “Why would I? I’m happy with what we have. Aren’t you?” She appears shy, blushing slightly. “I know we haven’t discussed what we are—”
“Baby,” Raffiel interrupts, “if you think we are anything other than in a relationship, you’re delirious. We share a bed, we go on dates, we fuck, and most importantly, we don’t share, not outside of this car. You are ours, just as we are yours. Is that clear enough? If you wouldn’t kill us, I would shout it for every single partygoer. I’d let them know you are our girl and not to bother looking. We don’t play games, Reign, not like those before us, and we know what we want—you.”
“Good.” She grins. “I hate games. I never understood them. I’m yours, and you are mine. That’s the deal.”
“I have something,” I grumble. “I thought maybe you could wear it. You don’t have to if it doesn’t match your outfit. I’m not good with female fashion but . . .” I pull the box out. “I just thought with this, you are wearing us on your body, so it’s like a secret between us, and no one else knows what it means but us.” It seems silly now, but her eyes widen, and she grabs the box from me before I can retract my words, opening the black case.
She stares, and I shift uncomfortably. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I can exchange it—”
“Like fuck you will,” she snaps, her eyes brimming with tears as they meet mine. “It’s perfect. The most amazing gift I have ever received.”
Tugging the slim silver chain from the box, she holds it up. Each point of the star has a jewel that represents our birth months, and in the middle is hers. She lifts her hair and turns. “Put it on me?”
“You don’t have to, your dress—” I start.
“Dal, put the necklace on me,” she demands, glaring at me over her shoulder.
Unable to deny her, I shift over and fasten it. She drops her hair and turns to me, holding the pendant. “It’s perfect,” she whispers. “I love it. I’ll never take it off.”
“Really?” I ask, unsure.
“Dal, it means the world to me. Not only did you get what type of jewelry I wear correctly, but you also went out and picked this without my help or me having to tell you. I love the idea of wearing a piece of you—all of you.”
“Good.” I nod, and she leans over and kisses my lips.
“Now you wear a part of me,” she whispers as she sits back. “Let’s go get drunk and dance way too much!”
* * *
The Dead Ringers’ tour launch party is unlike anything I have ever been to before. Reign explained that they have an official one, but this is the unofficial one for friends and other artists, so basically a giant celebration. I’m a little pissed the man Reign hooked up with is here, but when we head inside, I see him staring longingly at another woman and let it go.
After all, I can’t kill all of her exes, can I?
The huge house overflows with people, and I notice a lot of celebrities here, from rappers to actors. Hard liquor flows freely, and there are definitely some drugs. Every eye turns to Reign as she enters, filled with lust, hatred, or happiness.
They either want her or want to be her.
I don’t blame them.
This is definitely a different world than ours. We are used to hunting through forests and slogging through mud, not overflowing diamonds and blaring rock music as people laugh and drink. It poses its own challenges, and I refuse to let my guard down with my girl here. She will have a good night, and I refuse to let anything else happen.
“Reign!” a drunk rapper calls, hugging her. “Damn, girl, looking fine.”
