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She shoved all the clothes and horns out of the way and took both my hands, hauling me up from the bed. “We’re fixing that right now.”
She pulled me through the bathroom, to the upstairs hallway of the main house. I pulled back, not wanting to face anyone just yet, but she only pulled harder. “It’s just Grey, and he’s working on something in his room, see?” She waved an arm to his open door. “No one else is here.”
Grey lowered his headphones to his shoulders and spun in his office chair. “Hey, what’s up? You need anything?”
“Just to borrow your TV,” Becca said. “And to be left alone for a minimum of two hours.”
Grey blinked, clearly as confused as I was but waved us on. “Our TV is your TV. Have at it.”
“Come on, girl. Miranda Priestly is my fucking spirit animal, I can’t wait for you to see this!”
“The guys are alreadyout by the car,” Becca said, peering out the small octagonal window at the front of the loft.
“They can wait another sec. My liner is almost out.”
I shook the tube, forcing the last dregs of the black liquid eyeliner to saturate the brush tip. “Fucker,” I cursed as a glob of black splattered on my black Prada dress that I was definitely going to pay Becca back for some day.
“Sorry,” I muttered, trying to brush it off, but only managing to make a mess.
Becca laughed at my growly attitude, coming over to help. “You can’t even see it. Here, give me that before you wind up looking like a raccoon.”
I passed her the liner and reached for a makeup wipe, cleaning the black smudges from my fingers while she eyed up my eyes, getting a lay of the land. “Okay,” she said, mostly to herself as she knelt and leaned in. “Close.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the gentle press of her fingers at the edges of my eyes and then the cool swipe of liquid product over my lash line. She fixed the other side to match and then stepped back.
“Open.”
She smiled. “There. Have a look. Maybe a bit bolder than your usual, but it’s Halloween, so I think you can get away with it.”
I checked my reflection, surprised at how the slight change in my liner could make my eyes look so much brighter than they usually did. And fuck if those wings weren’t perfect. Combined with the dark lipstick, horns, and mega contouring, I really did look like a devil risen from the depths of hell. A sexy one.
“You’re hired,” I joked, trying to inject some real excitement into my tone.
She put her hands on my knees, and I found her staring curiously up at me. “You okay, babe?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Of course I am.”
Becca’s face fell a bit, but she recovered quickly, and I was reminded why I loved her too damn much. She didn’t pry. Never pushed. But I knew she’d be there whenever I needed her to be. It made me feel guilty for never allowing Dom to get this close to me. Made me wonder if she and I could’ve had this. It didn’t matter much now, though. After a quick chat this week, it was clear Dom had moved on with her life in Lennox, and I couldn’t blame her.
You could only hold out for yournon-friends for so long.
Kit was still trying though. He’d even gone so far as offering to come all the way here to visit since I’d told him I couldn’t—more like wouldn’t—come to Lennox.
“Well, you know I’m here if you need me,” Becca said, standing with a sigh as she adjusted her boobs, making them appear even fuller over the top of the black bustier.
I smiled at that, a real smile, and stood with her, double checking everything of mine was in place, too. Deciding to whip my mopey ass into a better gear.
Just because all three guys were being moody bastards who’d barely left their bedrooms this week, didn’t mean my fun had to be ruined.
It was obvious, wasn’t it? The fucker who’d been texting me crawled off into a hole somewhere and died like the rodent he was. It was sad—not getting the chance to maim him myself, but I was over it. Why couldn’t they get the fuck over it, too?
I followed Becca down the stairs and out to the front, where the guys waited by the Rover under the moonlight. Corvus, with his arms crossed leaning against the hood. Rook smoking a cigarette like it was his fucking job, and Grey texting something furiously on his phone.
My stomach twinged with discomfort as Grey, seeing me approach, quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, the muscles in his jaw clenching.
I couldn’t help wondering who he was texting. If it was Bianca.
My fists clenched.
