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“I’m not the one who got hurt,” Athelia snaps before turning to her friend.
Fine.I can be nice to Haven if it means getting what I want. “Are you okay?” I ask her gently, although it doesn’t sound too gentle through my voice changer.
Haven nods without looking at me. The mask seems to be putting a lot of people off, and I like it. Or, I suppose, I like the power that comes with everyone fearing me.
“They won’t be coming back,” I tell the girls. “And if they do, they’ll regret it.”
“Thank you,” Athelia says. She peers at me, like she’ll be able to see behind my mask if she stares long enough. “Do I know you?”
“Don’t think so.”
At first, that unease comes back, and I wish I could capture it. Feed off it. But after a second, she turns her attention back to Haven.
“What do you want to do? Dance?”
Haven squares her shoulders as a hard determination sets in her eyes. “I want to find someone hotter than Colton and fuck him all night. And I want to take pictures or record it or some shit, and then I’m going to send it to him.”
“That’s gonna piss him off,” Athelia warns.
I chuckle, placing a hand on her waist. I half expect her to shy away from me, but if anything, she slightly leans into it. “I’m pretty sure that’s what she wants,ma belle.”
Haven and Athelia steal a confused glance before Haven leans in and loudly whispers, “I think he just called you pretty.”
“I did,” I say. Growing up, I spent my summers in France with my parents and learned the language with ease. Call me pretentious, but I prefer it over English. It’s much more beautiful.
Athelia doesn’t seem to know what to do with the compliment. Her pale cheeks turn bright pink, and she drops her head so her dark brown hair hides her face.
How cute.
“What about that guy?” Haven asks, nodding toward some kid across the room. He’s tall, and I suppose he’s good looking, but I’ve seen better.
“Nah,” I say, even though I know she wasn’t asking me. “I think I know someone who’s just the type of man you’re looking for.”
Athelia raises a doubtful eyebrow, but Haven latches onto me.
“Who?” she demands. “Tell me.”
“His name is Aaron. He’ll be totally down with you filming it, and you’re just his type.”
Not only that, but the guys and I know him fairly well. He’s safe, and that’s what I need if I’m going to pull Athelia up to my room alone.
“Let’s go find him,” Haven says. She’s swaying—I doubt that’s her first drink—but I’m not gonna stop her.
If she wants revenge, then that’s what she’s gonna get.
I have to remove my arm from Athelia’s waist, which isn’t ideal, but it won’t be for long. As she follows me through the house, her hand slips into Haven’s.
Aaron is out back, bobbing for apples with a small group of others. He’s one of the few people who knows Wes, me, and Calare behind tonight. We let a few people in on parts of our plans, mostly so they can help us watch out for Colton and his crew.
I wave him over. As he excuses himself from his conversation and heads our way, his eyes barely leave Haven.Perfect.
“Aaron, meet…” I turn to Haven. “Sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”And you can’t know I know who you are.
“Haven,” she says with a smile in Aaron’s direction.
“She wants to fuck you, film it, and send it to Colton.”
Both Haven’s and Athelia’s faces turn beet red. They exchange a shocked glance before Haven lets out a nervous laugh.
