Playtime.
“Your choice,” I say with a daring grin.
Jase glowers into the car as he climbs behind his wheel. A guy joins him, though I’m sure it's not for the same reasons this drooling creep has attained my passenger seat.
I smirk as I slam the car in reverse, and the guy squeals like a terrified girl as it thrusts him forward. Jase stifles a grin when he sees my menacing eyes staring straight ahead as my car barrels backwards. I sling the vehicle around perfectly to face straight, and then I slam it into gear to charge forward.
I try not to laugh as the guy beside me shrivels up in a ball. His ferociously trembling hands rattle the seatbelt against the buckle as he fumbles it around in his glued back state. I take a sharp curve without slowing, and he slams his head into the glass, almost breaking it.
Next time, find a girl who can’t make you cry.
C
hapter 9
Unkempt Hybrids
The ashen face of my passenger is devoid of all animation as he sluggishly slumps to the ground, his body still trembling. Uncle Grayson rolls his eyes as I swirl my keys around like an old western revolver, and then I playfully mimic tucking them into an imaginary holster on my side.
“You’re incorrigible,” Aunt Angelica mumbles. “What took you so long to get here?”
“I took a detour. There are some winding, wild roads that I love driving like Hale on,” I joke, and she accidentally releases a laugh, which makes her disapproving gaze lose all merit.
I won’t tell her I cut the lights off when it got dark just to make the poor guy piss himself. That might have been a little cruel, possibly even overkill. Still worth it.
I shrug to myself, my smug smile intact, as I make my way over to an isolated area with a chair set up all alone. My nonsocial full blood seems to be very social tonight as a group of female officers swarm around him, hanging on his every word that runs between his soft, luscious lips.
He grins about something, and then he shakes his head, though none of them have said anything worthy of that reaction.
I just flop down on the chair and pull out my sketchbook. I’m bored now. My fun has been had, my day has been long, and my brother has found his counter at long last. There’s not a whole lot that seems stimulating enough to compete with that.
The giggly girls burst out laughing after something Jase apparently said, and his eyes look up to meet mine long enough to give me a cocky, in-your-face wink.
I’m sure he’ll fuck them all. He’s full blood. I don’t know why I thought he’d understand what I was feeling for him. My Uncle Brazen is the only full blood I’ve ever known to feel such a strong, have-to-have it connection. I doubt I’ll ever find anyone to feel that way about me.
I look again, though I’m trying terribly hard not to, and Jase’s eyes seem a little jaded, stained with unexplainable pain. You’d think I had just said all that aloud. I doubt it would evoke such an emotion even if I had.
He leans back, his eyes continuing to burn into mine, and he ignores the drunken girl who has stood up to dance for him. She steps over him to straddle his body that is propped against the log while he sits on the ground, and I feel my face burning hot.
Oh I will rip you to shreds, bitch.
Her body blocks my view to him, though I’m sure he’s leaned back and enjoying her fucking show right now. Her standing body starts to lower itself, and I accidentally use my gift to send her flipping forward. She lands in a large bed of ice water they are using to hold the drinks in, and water splashes out in a large gust, spraying some of the laughing bystanders.
She gasps while falling out very ungracefully and thudding to the ground. I cringe when I realize I could be reprimanded for that shit, but my eyes fall on Jase who is shaking from his suppressed laughter.
Surely he doesn’t know that was me.
I can't ever seem to use my gifts when I need them, but I can accidentally throw a stupid slut into a tub of ice water. Great.
The other girls just laugh at the soaked fool, and she starts blaming one of them for pushing her.
Whew. My secret is safe.
Jase laughs all the harder, and he covers his face with his hands as he enjoys the comedy going on around him. At least I defused the harem’s will to seduce him.
Another song starts playing, and I have to walk away when I see a girl sit down beside him and wrap her leg over his waist as she presses her front to his side.
“I so can’t watch this shit,” I gripe to myself while stalking to my tent.
