Page 13 of Heir of Darkness

“Oh shit, I forgot you haven’t been with anyone.”

Luna rolled her eyes. Her lack of experience had never made her feel as terrible as she did at that moment.

“Making out is easy,” Cecilia told her. She wrapped an arm around Luna. “Especially when they’re drunk. Watch out for the tongue though.”

Luna could only imagine what that meant.

“This is the worst crowd I’ve seen. At least try to pick someone with a little bit of class. Preferably someone who doesn’t have throw-up on their clothes.” Blair grimaced, moving out of the way when someone covered in it walked past them.

“You don’t come to parties to meet the love of your life. You come to find the hottest guy here and make him bow down to you,” Gianna said. She placed a hand on Luna’s shoulder. “I’ll help you find someone.”

“How are we so sure anyone will even approach me?” Luna asked nervously. “If they know who I am, then they know my baggage. And how will Valerio even know I kissed someone?”

“God, you ask so many questions. Everything will be fine. In case he doesn’t find out, which I’m sure he’ll hear from someone anyway, I’ll take a picture,” Gianna told her.

“And you’ll what? Send it to him?” Blair asked, dumbfounded.

“You can send it to Finn. He’ll probably send that shit out so quick,” Cecilia suggested.

“You’re involving my brother in this now too?” Luna asked, her brows furrowed in concern. Now, she was starting to feel queasy.

There was no way the plan was going to end up working in their favor.

“I’m not going to send it to him, just don’t worry about anything. Focus on making out and having a good time with someone tonight,” Gianna assured her. “We can handle everything else. Remember, it’s this or marriage.”

“Are you sure Valerio and Allister won’t kill you for being a part of this?” Luna asked.

“He has his loyalties, I have mine. Now drink up. It’ll make everyone hot.”

Luna took a deep breath, praying everything worked out. Then she took her cup and downed as much of it as she could. Her gag was unattractive, but she managed to get the liquid down.

Everything that happened after that moment was a blur to Luna. She was thoroughly drunk after two cups of whatever Gianna poured and lost herself on the dance floor. Her little mission was completely abandoned at that point while she danced with Cecilia. She only remembered it again whenunfamiliar hands wrapped around her body, pulling her into a mildly firm chest.

Luna grinned, turning around to see who it was. Her smile faltered slightly when she realized it was a stranger. He was cute—light brown hair and brown eyes. A couple inches taller than Luna, his body lean. He would have been fine for any girl there, but for some reason, she felt nothing. Not a single butterfly in her stomach, not a single wink of attraction, nothing. She couldn’t understand her disappointment or why she felt the need to compare this boy’s light, subtle features to a certain devil that looked the complete opposite.

She also didn’t recognize him at all. “Do you go here?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He shook his head. “No, I’m just here for initiation weekend.”

She nodded. Good enough. That probably meant he didn’t know who she was either or what baggage she carried with her.

Luna continued dancing with him, desperately trying to have fun with his hands on her body. It didn’t feel right and she finally figured out why.

He was boring. He was normal. He wasn’t?—

She stopped herself. No way. She was drunk out of her mind and her brain was trailing into dangerous territory, all of which was false and dumb.

The boy didn’t need to have any substance or be any betteror worsethan the devil; he just needed to kiss her. The thought almost made her feel guilty. She felt worse about betraying her psychopathic fiancé than she did using this boy.

But what did it matter? She saved herself for marriage while Valerio probably slutted it up with any and every girl in Italy. How the hell was that fair?

Maybe because she wanted Valerio to be here kissing her?

Her eyes widened. God, she needed to get him out of her head.

“What’s wrong?” the cute boy asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

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