“Who do you want?” he questions, muffled by his lips against my shoulder.You.It nearly seeps out. I want it out. Something about keeping it in burns at my core like withholding a lie.
Our cadence continues, and with each passing second, the declaration inches up my throat.You.But I fight it. Instead, scraping my nails along his neck, I return the question. “Who…do you want?” A pair of inhales and exhales escape us in tandem, and I feel his lips move to my ear.
But as he begins to speak, I’m turned around in a flash, and he is gone, leaving a dying whisper of “yoooou” drifting through the air.
Chapter 32
Destiny, count your days
KYRA
The lights flick on,and everyone’s attention is on me. Stares judge with silent hatred as an eruption of loud claps sound around the building. Cheers and curses call from every direction. I frown, peering over the many heads rushing onto the floor, and notice all House Leaders standing. Their curious leers take me in, along with those occupying their booths.
Including Ethan.
Gina rushes towards him, mouthing “whore” as she attempts to sway his attention. But I’m not bothered, and based on Ethan’s stern focus and rigid frame, he isn’t either.
Questions about our dance arise from students surrounding me. Male fays inquire if they can be next, whilst females ask about Blaise. The one they’ll be forced to forget after today. It’s insane. Most of these fays I’ve never met or spoken with, but now I’m the center of their focus.
Angie moves mountains to reach me, pushing everyone aside as her small frame dissects the crowd.
“Look at you, Ms. Fuck Me On The Dance Floor. That washot.” Her excitement tugs a chuckle out of me, and I welcome her hug.
“I don’t know what happened.” Pulling back, I continue, “One minute we’re having a normal dance, and the next…” I gather my thoughts and observe the area. “Did you see where he went?”
She steps aside, pointing towards the table where Caspian, Marcel, and Raine still reside. All gaze with dissimilar expressions. I give Angie a nod and head towards my impending doom as Blaise sits with them, unbothered, and writes like nothing happened.
The D.J. announces he is taking a break, and those behind me “boo” with annoyance.Great.I hear cheers turn into name calling. Angie follows, deflecting new incomers until one of them falls upon their knees with confessions of–
“Kyra, a Goddess amongst us peasants and my future eternal. Allow me to bed you with a night of unrelenting passion,” a male pleads, clutching his hands in prayer.
“No, she and I are destined,” says another, falling beside him. “Can’t you hear our hearts–”
“Angie, what’s happening?” Stepping back, I loop my arm around hers. Once again, cult-ish vibes. Soon after, two more males and a female take a knee, confessing their false yearning.
“Kyra–”
“Kyra–”
Like a pack of horny and untamed beasts, more and more, kneel.
“Okay, enough!” Angie snaps, flicking her wrist, and everyone around us freezes. Some are caught mid-sentence while others are in the action of falling. “Yeah, they have the sweets for you, girl. Watching you gyrate against Blaise must have enticed their desires. Not to mention they’ve signed their names in the book. I’d hate to be you right now, but then again–” She smiles. “Can you say no to all this attention?”
I scoff. “Have at it.” Shaking my head, I walk away, using this time to escape. Though I’m surprised she used magic here. Then again, who could stop my untamed friend?
“By the way, I’ll meet you at your place later. We need to talk.”
I turn and smile in agreement, then approach my table.Good, because I have more questions needing answers.Voices behind me signal they’re unfrozen, but I’m beyond their reach now, staring Marcel in his eyes. A difficult feat since a few auras are pressing in on me. All distinguishable.
With a deep breath, I’m able to pinpoint each one. Despite this insane pressure, I take pride in knowing who is who. Oddly.
Russ’s aura flows with a sensation of warm water–embracing, and Alex’s feels like a heavy blanket–protective. Caspian’s aura does this massage and humming thing–therapeutic, and Raine’s is more of a comforting sensation now that I’m feeling it in full–companion. Blaise’s gives off popping bubbles–tickling, while Marcel’s gives these little jabs–pressure.
Then there is Ethan’s, which feels a lot like it’s trying to smother, choke, stab, or slice me open–haunting, depending on the day and mood he is in.
“I’ll say this once,” Marcel starts, leaning forward and keeping our space private. “Get. It. Together. Tish will either kill you, or you’ll be removed from my lectures. There’s only so much I can do in regard to keeping the Elders off your ass. Figure it out,” he finishes, strolling off.
I’m less bothered he actually waited until after my dance to address this and more concerned it’s something that needed addressing.
