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Joining her, I don’t immediately take the drinks she’s chosen, still unsure what to do when my eyes lock with Creed’s. He’s with Eldon, Zane, and Brax, the four of them making their way to the bar. They’re all dressed in jeans and polo shirts. Creed’s is black with a floral detailed collar and Eldon’s is white with a pocket on his chest while Brax’s is navy blue and fits like a second skin over his muscles. Zane’s, however, is an array of colors swirling across the material and I’ve never seen anything more fitting for the craziness that is him.
“Yeah, you definitely have them under some kind of spell, Raven,” Leila says with a chuckle, pulling my attention away from them for a moment.
“Why?”
“Because they neverevercome to parties at the memorial. Which means they’re only here for one reason, and that’s you.”
I gulp, desperate to correct her on her assessment, but I can’t deny how much I like that idea. I glance at them once more and my eyes find Creed’s at the same time Leila thrusts a shot glass into my hand.
He nods subtly and I glance down at my drink. It’s like he can sense my uncertainty and that’s his little signal to indicate that it’s okay…he’s got me.
Fuck, that’s a rush all on its own.
“Let’s go in three, two, one,” Leila shouts, and I bring the rim of the glass to my lips, letting the moon root burst along my tongue before swallowing it down. There’s a sharp zing of an aftertaste, like lemon and lime battling it out in my throat, but it’s nice.
“Holy crap, Leila,” I gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she grins.
“One more,” she encourages, offering me another glass. I take it more willingly this time.
Lifting my gaze to search out Creed again, I still when I lock gazes with my brother instead. The shock on Sebastian’s face is evident as his top lip rises with a snarl. Smiling sweetly at him, I clink my glass with Leila and down the shot, needing a bit of liquid courage to deal with that motherfucker.
When I feel the sharp zing again, I turn to Leila, effectively dismissing Sebastian. “What does the pearl shine taste like?”
“Like Heaven,” she insists, taking a sip of hers before handing me my bottle.
It’s fruity, all coconut, pineapple, and something else I can’t quite grasp, but she’s right. It’s so good.
“I hope you’re ready to carry me home later,” I say with a grin, my muscles relaxing as I let the music swirl through my being, mixing with the liquor and making my hips sway.
“No way, that’s what the Bishops are here for.” I shake my head at her, refusing to acknowledge the hope clenching my chest.
They’re assholes, huge dicks, but they fucking found me in the wastelands. Found. Me. When no one else was even looking. That says more about them than it does about how isolated and lonely I actually am.
“Want to dance?” Leila thankfully interrupts the mental hole I was falling into and I nod eagerly.
“Lead the way.”
I down the rest of my pearl shine before she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dance floor. The music picks up as we squeeze our way to the center of the crowd.
“Thanks for this, Raven. I usually come to parties and just hide on the outskirts. It feels good to have some fun,” Leila says as she leans in to be heard over the music.
I want to ask why she feels disliked so much but now isn’t the time to be bringing her down with all of that. Tonight is about having some fun. One song leads into another and another. My hips swing more, my hands rise above my head, and I dance like no one is watching. I feel eyes on me the entire time, but somehow it only makes my body thrum for more.
Time passes in myriad colors as the moon glows down on us while the sky is lit with different colored spotlights. When my feet start to ache, I consider trying to grab a table. That’s when a hard body presses into my back. Their scent isn’t instantly recognizable, but I see why when I glance over my shoulder.
Finn.
“You look stunning, Raven,” he purrs in my ear, and instead of goosebumps spreading over my skin with excitement, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Thanks,” I murmur, turning away from him. I’m hoping that will be enough to dismiss him, but his hands find my waist in the next breath as his body starts to move with mine.
I slow, not wanting his paws all over me, and take a deep breath. “I’d rather dance alone,” I shout over the music as I look back at him, but his smile widens and the press of his dick nestles between my ass cheeks.
“Nobody ever wants to dance alone. Besides, I’ll give you a good time,” he insists, annoying the hell out of me as I come to a complete stop. Leila shuffles around to meet my eyes, her eyebrows pinching together as she sees the tension radiating from me at Finn’s touch.
Spinning around, I come face to face with Finn, who smoothes the palms of his hands over the globes of my ass before I get a chance to whack his arms away. Shoving at his chest, he stumbles back a step, thankfully not taking me with him.
“I said no,” I shout over the music, and he shakes his head.
