Page 177 of Feed Your Fiends

Fuck. It’s Beaussip

Well, well, well,

It looks like the inauguration of our new king is underway, but it also looks like one of his highness’ royal invitations has been declined.

Sillyrabbit,royal, didn’t Stassi already tell you that diamonds are a girl’s best friend?

Not silicone.

Maybe she would’ve liked it better if you made it out of glass or crystal.

It’s not the same, but imitation is the best form of flattery, right? Besides, it would still be sanitary and sparkly, and that’s what matters.

A throne fit for our pretty princess to seat herself on.

Too bad it doesn’t fit.

For now.

Aria’s wide eyes spring to me, then without a word, she’s springing up the steps to our dorm, her trunk banging carelessly against the stone steps.

I follow her with far more care for my new luggage, thanks to Delphine’s contribution, but then something, or rather someone, stops me dead. I swore it was a mannequin at first, but as I peer through the massive glass window, I see that it’s Miss Trix posing on the chaise as Mr Lexington passes by.

In our dorm room, Stassi’s already there, as Aria clearly expected. She’s facing the window, her head bent over her phone that’s gripped tightly in her palm.

“That fucking bitch,” she mutters to herself. “Beaussip was in our room! She had to be. How else would she have seen… When? When the fuck was she in here?”

“We just got here,” I shrug. “But how did she see what Hale got you?”

I zone in on a matte black box with a pretty baby pink ribbon. It’s long, almost like it’d hold a singular rose. Aria gets two steps toward it before Stassi swats her hand away.

“Ouch! Is that what Beaussuip was talking about?”

Stassi nods, tugging a lock behind her ear in sheer frustration. “Hale gave it to me as a birthday gift. No,‘a fuck you and fuck off’gift.”

Aria’s eyes grow wide. “What is it?”

But Stassi’s not listening. She’s lost in thought as her eyes lock onto that seemingly innocent ribbon with a fury that makes her grind her teeth.

“He thinks I’m some little girl. A little spoiled princess. Someone who can’t fuck with him back. Well, I can, and it’s about time I did.” She tucks the box under her arm and storms out.

Gant

The abandoned greenhouse slices through the stray rays of sunlight that manage to creep through the trees’ canopies.

Aria and I slip through the cracked door and into the grimy glass haven filled with thousands of lit candles.

There’s a shadow lurking in the pitched ceiling, too tall to catch any stray light. It’s too big to be one of the spiders creeping along the rafters, but it’s nesting with them, right at home.

I have to give it to the slight girl waiting for us patiently on the sacrificial table I’d slaughtered and devoured my little dove on.

She seems unbothered as her dark eyes scan the laptop perched on her thighs that’s bathing her in a flickering glow as if she’s watching videos.

It’s only when Aria's and my heavier footsteps join that of scurrying creatures does she look up at us, her large, doe eyes growing even larger. Like those blinking dolls with the eyeballs ready to pop out of the socket.

“What’s he doing here?” Enaj gasps, her voice heavy and thick with betrayal as she gawks at me.

“He’s cool,” Aria says boredly. “He’s my bestie.”

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