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I mirror her grin, but my eyes dance with warning.“Halo? You ever think of saying his name again and I’m not responsible for what happens to you, baby, you hear me?”
I catch her lower lip between my teeth, and her nails drag down my arms as goosebumps rise over my skin.
“Shut up and fuck me.” Her kisses trail down until her tongue touches the edge of my jaw. She nibbles at my earlobe as her smirk curves against my cheek. “Hard enough to break me.”
I shove her up against the mirror and her head flies back as spiderwebs split through the glass.
“Yeah?”
Her hands fumble with my sweats as she forces them down, before sliding off the counter and falling to her knees.
The pillow of her lips wrap around the crown of my cock, as I bury my hands in her hair and direct her over my length. “Promise I won’t almost kill you with my cock like the last—”
Her teeth lock around me, setting off a ripple of sharp bites of pain.
My grip in her hair tightens, the deep groan in my chest turning into a chuckle. “Fuck, okay. Shit. I’m sorry. Damn.”
Halen
War wrapshis arms around my shoulders, and I duck my mouth behind them. The buildings burn like a blaze of inferno, as he uses the strength of his arms to pull me farther up the hood of his car.
“You okay?” I ask from behind the sweet taste of his skin.
All of our cars are curved in a crescent moon as we watch the tongue of flames flare through the night. All of us rode out to watch this hellhole burn tonight. Soon, it will be nothing but a pile of ash.
I bend my head back when he doesn’t answer, and he stares down at me from above. “Yeah. Fuck, I am.”
Evie bumps us at the side, swirling her water bottle at us both. “Just so you know, I get her on Saturdays.” We both laugh as my eyes drift off to the side, where Priest is watching the carnage burn to the ground.
She’s being dramatic. Evie is not only my best friend, but everyone else’s too. I think I’ve realized that more this month than I ever have. She’s the rock of the family. The foothold we have to the outside world. She keeps us all grounded. I wonder,now that I’m older, if that’s why Dad and Mr. Paige had become so close. He was Dad’s foothold.
River and Stella both lean against their RX7 and NSX, and Stella’s head jerks back to laugh at something River said, just as Deacon saunters toward them, flashing two bottles of tequila.
Stella shoves him away playfully with another laugh. Deacon is obviously new to them, but he isn’t to me.
As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes come to mine. A weak smile falls on his lips as he bows at me, lifting the bottle in the air.
Everything is right in the world in this moment.
War drowns kisses on the top of my head again, and my hand finds his neck, where his new tattoo is inked into his skin. An angel with a skull as her face, and her wings rippling into bone. Creepy.
But perfect. So fucking perfect. My heart explodes inside my chest as his hand slips between my thighs—
The sound of all our phones alerting us interrupts our night and I groan, reaching into my pocket with an eye roll. It’s never a good thing when the parents hit us with a text at the same time. Maybe I should start a damn group chat with them too.
The light of all our phones beam around us, as I read over the same text I’m sure they are.
I’ve completed enough of the translation of the booklet to be able to shed some light. It seems we had it wrong. The initial translations were correct, in the way of the steps you take during the ritual. But the herbs that you took does in fact trigger the curse, just not in the way that we assumed.
We were right in the fact that it takes one soul, but we were wrong in assuming that you would know when you woke from the daze.
The person it chooses won’t know straight away. It comes in the subtle changes of yourself. It starts small. No one knows what they see because it was never documented, implementing the “rule” upon completing the ritual of becoming a King.
It won’t touch the girls, as the witchcraft they used is from a coven of witches that settled near Scandinavia. It seems the scorned lover of a King pursued this witch and made a deal to put a curse on the land of Riverside, as a way of punishing every generation that came after them. Although your fathers took the gavel the same way, as did Hector’s generation, regardless of them not residing in Riverside itself, it seems that the curse did not exist within their generation. I haven’t figured out why yet. This will come in time.
Although it may not happen with you all, there’s also a very, very high chance that it could. The triggering of it, appears to be in the consumption of the herbs that burned around you, as we had earlier suspected.
The land it’s taken inhaled on, and the blood age of who inhales it.
