Page 16 of Love & Heart Braking

As he handed them out, I inspected the others in the room. A large guy in a dark, leather jacket sat opposite. Was he looking at me? It was hard to tell with the blur charms.

My stomach flipped at the sight of him. He was huge.

Next to him was a shorter someone in nondescript clothing. I couldn’t tell anything about the person other than that she was female. Another two men were present as well as a tall and lanky female who had a killer sense of style. Seriously, I wanted to peek inside her wardrobe.

“Your name,” Fenton murmured, passing me a card.

I flipped it over. “Love Girl.”

He snickered, moving on.

Oh well, everyone could tell I was a cupid from my pink-tipped hair anyway. I pinned my name on.

“Is there a problem with your card?” Fenton asked Soleil.

I could feel the power of her invisible glare. I glanced at her card and winced.

She purred. “Nothing at all. It’s for the best that people are aware of who they’d be messing with.” She pinned the word Bitch Wings to her tight winter dress, then crossed her legs, only managing to emphasize the length of them in her thigh-high boots.

And boy oh boy did Bain notice. “That’s disrespectful,” the unicorn said tightly when he noticed Soleil’s nickname.

“I’ll cry myself to sleep,” Fenton replied.

Bain’s expression hardened. “I could ensure that happens, if you prefer.”

Soleil crossed her arms, tossing her hair at the unicorn. “Keep your horn out of my business. I don’t need a protector.”

His rainbow eyes darkened.

“How about we hop to it?” I suggested to the vampire.

Fenton sat. On the largest seat—eye roll. “I have brought each of you here because you offer something crucial to taking down the twelve. Each of you understands that the richest families in Nepos have grown too powerful, and that good people are suffering because of it.” He pointed at his chest.

“You’re not a good person,” Bain remarked.

Soleil laughed quietly.

Fenton scowled at the unicorn, then regarded the rest of us. “Before I reveal what I’ve been working on, I’d like each of you to describe, in vague terms, what you bring to the alliance. Bitch Wings, would you like to go first?”

The purr was back. “I thought you’d never ask, Fenny boy.”

Bain snorted.

“I grew up in the sphinx cave,” she told the group. “I know how the twelve operate. I know the intricate details of their internal alliances and a lot about each individual.”

Fenton’s lips curled. “Which will be incredibly helpful in our battle ahead. I’m certain you know a lot that could incriminate the twelve too.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Yep.”

Something she was already rolling out in her weekly column. I tensed, wondering if Soleil would spill the beans on that, but she gestured to Bain to speak.

“Since returning to Nepos ten years ago, I have fought the twelve’s reign,” he said. “Long ago, my type was present in Nepos as the bringers of justice, but the thickening of corruption drove the spineless of my type away to remote areas of the human world.”

He was the only unicorn here, so he must consider every other unicorn to be spineless.

“Your revolution is doomed to fail,” he said to Fenton. “But maybe your actions will weaken the twelve’s hold before they kill you. That is why I am here.”

Brutally put, but surveying the room, I had to agree with his assessment. Didn’t seem like anyone wanted to be here—and with Fenton as the ringleader, no wonder.

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