Page 19 of War and his Queen

I hold her stare. “You already tried.”

She freezes, the blunt just a whisper away from her lips. She’s the first to break away, desperate to change the subject whenPriest lowers onto the single sofa that sits in front of the glass doors that lead to the backyard.

You can see everything from here. People gathering out back, cars driving through the paddock gates and parking in a line. The pool illuminates blood red, where a DJ is setting up from his deck in the corner. Every group from Riverside University is here. All of them. It’s funny, because none of us attended the school, but we didn’t have to attend the bullshit system to be feared. They aren’t stupid.

Clearly.

Except for whoever Halen’s little toy is.

“What do you think, War?” River leans her head on the armchair, until her long blonde locks touch the floor. She blows smoke rings from between her lips. “Should we do a drag train tonight? Maybe take the peasants out to our new destination?”

I shrug, watching as Vaden strolls past River. He holds her gaze while dragging his finger across her throat as he moves toward the bar on the other side of the room.

“You’re lucky about that no fuck oath, Vaden…” River watches after him. “Cousin or not.” We all fall silent and she rolls her eyes. “I’m kidding. It was just kind of hot.” I know she isn’t. Not that any of us would do as our ancestors did and happily fuck around with each other, but we sit in limbo ofwe don’t fucking dig up old shit.In fear that there is DNA crossed way back then.

Vaden and Stella are our cousins, though, through my mother being their mom’s half-sister. They never grew up together. Saint is also Bishop’s half-sister. About as close as Halen and I will ever get to incest, since her dad shares a half-sister with my mom, without either of them sharing the same parent or blood.

Yeah. I know.

And no.

“Jesus… this how you girls act when we’re not around?” I point to both River and Halen, but I hold Halen’s stare.

My sister perfected the art of lying to me as soon as she knew how to talk, but Halen… she can lie all she wants through those pretty little lips. Her soul tells mine tales that I bet she would kill to keep hidden.

“Worse,” Halen teases, crossing her leg over the other. She’s wearing a vintage band shirt that hangs slightly off her shoulder, little black shorts, black thigh-high boots, and a leather harness strapped around her thigh. Her tits swell out of the small tear down her chest.

My eyes fall to the soft curve of her breasts. “How?”

She pushes up to the front of the sofa, snatching her phone off the coffee table. “We can do a train. I knowjustwhere we can go. Where’s Stella?”

My eyes fly over her shoulder and land on the raven-haired vixen walking her way up through the masses. She snatches a drink off some dude and sinks it in one go, tossing the cup into one of the many trash cans we have set up.

People usually get crazy when we have parties, but no one comes into the house. Not ever. Only us and who we invite in. A guy tried once, and I shot him on the spot. Wish I could say I was joking. He healed. It’s fine.

Stella strolls back through the doors, sitting opposite Priest. “What’d I miss?”

We're not surprised when she shows up wearing a tight strapless gray top, a short denim skirt, denim thigh-high boots, and crystal tassel chains. The girls all have a similar style, in the sense that they don’t ever follow any rules. One day they’ll be in heels, the next it will be Jordans or Uggs.

Except for River. River is pretty consistent with her aesthetic.

I kick my boot up on the coffee table, allowing my eyes to rest on the swarm of people outside. On any other day, I’d probablygrab one just to sit on my dick and look pretty, but right now, I don’t want to. I can’t even say why.

“Nothing. Halen wants to start a train.” Vaden gestures to where she sits.

“Oh, are you driving, Hale?” Stella asks, turning her focus to Halen.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Hmmm…” I push up from the chair and swipe a bottle of whiskey on my way out the doors. “I ain’t driving anywhere.”

Music fucks my senses as I push through bodies. The parties get old, especially with time, but they’re still a perfect distraction for us. Especially a few days before we’re set to fly out.

I lift the bottle to my lips, swirling the liquid around my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. Halen catches my eye through the window, where they’re all still seated inside, and I reach out to catch the first set of hands that land in mine.

Warm. Nothing like the ice queen inside.

I tug her into my chest, raising my finger to the side of her jaw. I don’t even know her name, but she’s pretty. She’ll do. “I’m bored.”

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