What does he want now?
“Your name’s Kyra, right?” A medium tall fay budges his way up front. Sweeping, thick strands of chocolate hair cover his shoulders. “By any chance, do you have an ability which allows you to see through clothes?” he asks, staring at my breasts. If my attention was anywhere else, he does a damn good job of ensuring it isn’t now.
“The fuck, dude, no,” I say in disgust, covering my chest.
“Are you able to enlarge certain parts of your body?” Another male inquires, pushing the first one out the way. Or so I thought.
A hand wraps around the peeping tom’s neck, squeezing and yanking him back into the shadows.Good riddance. The little shit thought he’d get a free peak at my breasts. I hope whoever grabbed him…My thoughts cut off when I scale the arm up and find Ethan baring his teeth before vanishing.Fuuuuck.
“Hello, enlarge. Can you make things bigger?” he cries out again.
“Uhh–” Now a female jumps in front of him, short and cute, but eyes circling with wonder. Off to the side, I hear talks of writing my name so many times start circulating, pulling my attention. Gina and Paige are the front runners spreading this tidbit of knowledge.
“Do you have a heightened sense of smell?” the female asks, tilting forward and taking a good whiff. “By the Gods you smell amazing.”
“No, I don’t.” Leaning back, I frown.
“Yes, you do.” She sniffs again.
“I mean no, I don’t have heightened senses…And stop sniffing me.”
More bodies and their conversations draw near, and I hear my name and ‘seven’ being repeated. The sum of how many signatures I wrote. “What does it mean that she wrote her name seven times?” someone asks, not even trying to whisper.
“It means she’s a whore attempting to have more than one eternal. Or the Gods didn’t accept her as fay, so they removed her name from the pages.” Gina points, like her manicured finger is placing a hex. “Be careful, she’ll come after your fay next.”This bitch. No, she didn’t.
“Hot hands! Do you have hot hands!” Another male pushes forward and slams his palms on the table.
Caught off guard by his excited and panicked expression, I damn near choke on a laugh. “I don’t know, maybe. But I’ve had them before signing my name,” I respond, thinking back on the many times my palms heated. Just when it seems like a viable option, his hands catch fire, and a yelp cries out.
“Fuck! Not again.” He takes off towards the exit, setting a few shirts aflame.Nope, mine don’t do that.
“Blaise!” I catch him sneaking away. “Where are you going?” I stand, my heels slapping against the white marble floor. “We’re not finished with our conversation.”
“You have visitors I’d rather not associate with. Remember ourdeal,” he says, flaunting a mischievous grin. I turn, discovering Marcel, Alex, Caspian, and Russ bounding my way. A line drawn between ecstatic and concern has me nibbling on my lip with anticipation whilst ignoring the arrival of others.
Sure, what woman wouldn’t desire a group of fays who areMagnetic…Intimidating…Newfangled…Exquisiteand displaying some signs of interest.
It just so happens most, if not all, are taken. Though Raine and Blaise I suspect are single, and Marcel–his attitude wouldn’t be able to sustain a woman. Handsome features can only get one so far.
“Move!” Marcel’s booming tone carries, and everyone parts as though he is a reincarnation of Moses.
He reaches me first, presenting a scowl, then Alex, Russ, and Caspian follow him. My breasts lift from the fold of my arms, and every last one of them glances down, if but for a mere second, and I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Do better guys.” Smirking after seeing their brows scrunch, I stand firm against multiple auras pressing in. I use mine to keep theirs at bay.
I want nothing but to enjoy this moment filled with females gawking yet being ignored by those they are crushing on. Okay, maybe just Gina, Paige, and Tish who is now huddled up behind them. Petty? Maybe, but those three have called me every name under the damn sun, and more. I have thick skin, but nothing is wrong with a little payback.
“What did we all witness?” Alex asks, copying my folded arms. Creases stretch along his forehead, hooding those beautiful gray eyes in shadow.
“Are we talking about the dance or…”
“TheBook of Bonds, Kyra. Despite my many queries about your time with Blaise, you knowourtake on requiring explanations.” His head tilts sideways, and mine mimics with raised brows. He and I don’t ask questions,weofferinformation, so this look I’m giving him begs to know when this all changed.
Besides, if anyone has knowledge about what happened, Blaise escaped before this group of investigators arrived.
“And this book is within those justified parameters?” I hope my smile comes off as playful.
Alex and Russ shift right of Marcel, and Caspian bounds left of him, creating a half circle in front of my table while acting as a muscular bodied shield.
