With a huff and eyeroll to Alex, who stands on his left, my right, the tension eases in an instant. With parted lips and wide eyes, he too lingers on my braid before meeting my gaze and smirks, receiving one from me in return.Okay, handsome. All black with a braid drapedover your left as well. The Prince of Hotness. We’re twinning, because fuck Ethan.A chuckle escapes.
Moving closer towards me, standing in front of Mr. Asshole, is Caspian. Dressed in dark greens with his red hair crinkled, waterfalling over both shoulders. He better stop staring with those prominent lavender and sky-blue eyes.You look adorable. The way your hair crinkles around your jawline. New look? I like it.Giving him a smile, I meet a fierce stare.You must be focused. Okay, we can talk more after the mission.I keep our conversation private. It’s a plus, now thinking about it.
Next to him is Marcel, also wearing dark greens, but his hair is pulled into a man-bun. Attractive and damn he is fit. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen him before, but Marcel’s body appears to have gained more muscle. Not too much, yet enough to need to step around him in small hallways.Hello, to you too. Cuteness doesn’t mean you can be an ass.Noting his arched brow, I should tell him that later.
Beside Marcel is Ashlyn and Niro. Both are draped in fiery red, but Niro’s hair gives a ‘phoenix’ vibe that I can’t help but gawk at. Blue tattoos scale his neck and disappear into small curls of persian blue hair.Is he eating…I want one!I see another lollipop stem hanging from his lips. He catches my gaze and smiles. Pulling it from his mouth, he gestures it towards me. Nodding, I watch Niro pat his pocket, showcasing imprints of more, and I bow, knowing one of those is mine.
Ashlyn waves, granting a smirk, and I wave back. She too is just as hot as the color encompassing her frame. Slim fit with toned–everything.Damn girl, what is your workout routine?
Blaise shifts to my other side, pulling attention back to the right side of this room where Angie maneuvers, smiling and elbowing her way past Russ. I giggle and shake my head as she steps into a tight space beside me.
“Hey, girl.” I nudge her with my shoulder. “I love the look.” She is in all white leather, pristine, and ready for combat. Lookingaround, I see that everyone’s attire appears similar. Even Russ, who hasn’t frowned once.
Waving my fingers at him, I see his dimples set in deeper, and my cheeks warm.
“Kitten, you can’t possibly look this ferocious and not have your claws.” He smirks, but behind it holds much more than what his face entails.
“You want to find out? I’ll give you more than a scratch behind your ear.” I frown, but this contrasting smile of mine has Russ’s gaze sparkling in a more devious manner. The more he stares, the wider his grin becomes, placing us in a battle of chicken.
Damn. He bites his lip, and I avert to his chest, noticing my pulse picking up. White leather mixed with a shadow black hue houses his body. Admittedly, I look down and up a few times.Yep, he’s still dangerous.
“I’m glad you made it,” Angie whispers, catching me with a thigh slap. “We’re waiting for one more to show.”
“Who?” On cue, the nonexistent door behind me opens and in walks Yasmine. My jaw drops taking her in. Thick hair is tied in a single ponytail, fanning behind her shoulders as she enters. She is draped in combat gear, an all-white bodysuit with accents of sparkling blue. I mean damn, hips out of this world, sitting on top of long legs…yep, Yasmine’s a baddie.
“Angie,” Alex calls from the back. “Why is she here?”
“She…has a name, Death Leader,” Yasmine bites. “Hey, girl, you look good,” she comments, bringing me into a hug.Okay, noted. More fays are into hugs than I expected.
“I’m aware of your name–”
“Use it next time,” she responds, and I snort, masking it with a glance towards my feet.
“Yasmine, is it? May I–” Niro starts.
“Let me stop you right there, lover-boy.” She faces him fully. “I’m not interested. And stare at my ass one more time, you’ll be holding your eyes while Elizabeth finds a way to put them backin.”
“Damn!” Russ shouts, clearly not caring, as he and Yas pass a smile to one another.
“Well, consider me intrigued,” Niro mumbles before popping his sucker out. “Here I am, being polite, and you’ve gone and ruined it. Pity. Staring at your ass, no, but I’ll keep the information of a blue handprint on your left cheek to myself, next time. I’m proud of you, daring and all.”
I’m choking on something more than air at this point, dying to laugh. But she is my girl, sowehave to be unified…or at least try.
She turns, contorting her body in a way only she can produce, then glares at Niro who has taken up twiddling his fingers at her.Fuck, I’m sorry, Yas.Humor wins, and I adjust my face away from her, laughing into Angie’s shoulder.
“You and I will get real acquainted,” she snips, walking past me and slapping my arm. “It’s not that funny.” I take long deep breaths. It is, but again, united.
“Angie?” Alex calls, bringing us back on topic.
“Yasmine and Russ are here because they’re tied for second. You said, ‘Angie, bring your number two’–”A horrible Alex impression.“Well, here they are. Besides, Kyra’s here, so what’s your point? No offense, bestie.”
“None taken.” I shrug. She has a point.
Ethan chimes, “Can we hurry this along? Time is key.”
“Nap time approaches?” Niro murmurs, and my snort catches his gaze. Mouthing, “Stop,” he does this lip-lock gesture whilst a tickling giggle vibrates my chest.
“Fine,” Alex counters, “first order of business, theBook of Bonds, which is why Brock is here”
