Page 159 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

We all clink our glasses together, and Sinclair giggles.

The drive isn’t far. We pull up to what looks like a fancy hotel and the driver gets out, coming around quickly to open our door. Kai slides out first this time and holds out a hand to help both Sinclair and me out of the limo.

Adjusting the front of my dress to make sure all the important parts are still covered, I glance around. My mouth falls open in shock at the sight of the red carpet rolled out just for us, leading into the building. I was right in assuming that this is a hotel; it’s a high rise made mostly of glass, and the parts that aren’t are a beautiful black-and-white marble. Spotlights flicker around, lighting the area, and I’m sure people can see them from five miles away. A doorman dressed in a black suit with a pop of red awaits our arrival at the entrance. This place definitely has fancy down to a tee.

Kai takes my hand, guiding it back to the crook of his elbow, just like when we left the house. Once he leads us inside, we pass through the hotel foyer and reach a set of double doors that must lead to a ballroom. He pushes the doors open, but I can’t see what’s inside because the room is dark. Lights flicker on, making me gasp as people shout, “Surprise!”

Tears well in my eyes as I take in the room. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, string curtains cover double windows, and fairy lights are strung up overhead to give the place a magical feel. Brennan, Creed, Chester, and Trace stand before me, all of them looking incredibly fuckable in their fitted suits. Not far behindthem, blending into the background, I instantly spot Boston, Case, Marlow, Davis, and Laughn. Even in full masks, they’re not hard for me to miss, their distinctive mannerisms setting them apart from the rest. My heart hammers in my chest, scared of what could happen if they get caught outside.

“Don’t worry, they’re trained to blend into the background and the lights will be kept low. But, if anyone says anything, they’ll wake up tomorrow with no memory of tonight,” Kai whispers in my ear.

“You can’t wipe someone’s memory completely,” I hiss out.

“No, just the last twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”

He takes my hand and leads me into the room. Sinclair wanders over to Colt, his smile still visible through his ridiculous mask. All the girls that came to the party have classy masks, while most of the guys have full face masks consisting of skulls or wolves. But not Colt—he’s wearing a pirate mask.

I don’t draw attention to Team Hades by looking at them, even though every part of me is screaming to go to them. They have split up and are randomly standing around the room, keeping their eyes on everything going on.

Kai moves us closer to his team, and Chester is the first to pull me into his arms. “Little Angel, I might just kill someone tonight. You look positively edible.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait until we get home to have dessert then.”

He growls a possessive warning in my ear, and curses as I’m stolen from him by Trace, who takes my hand and uses it to pull me between him and Brennan.

“I thought I would save you from him before he pisses on you to mark his territory,” Trace whispers, making me laugh. I glance back over at Chester, laughing even harder as I see him giving death glares to any guy that looks in our direction.

“You should mingle, but we’ll all be watching. Go have fun. This is your party after all,” Brennan says from behind me. I spin around to look at him and a smile tilts my lips as I peer through the eyes of his mask and see his beautiful blues shining back at me.

“Thank you.” With that, I walk away from them, feeling all their eyes on me.

People say hello as I walk through the crowd towards the tables that are set up to one side of the room. Summer jumps up when she sees me and waves me over, her floor length pale-pink gown complimenting her blonde hair. All her guys are seated, and even with their masks on, I can tell them apart. Khale is scowling at me as usual. After all this time, he still hasn’t warmed up to me, but I can’t blame him when he had the threat of Laughn hanging over his head.

“Happy birthday,” she squeals while throwing herself into my arms.

I look over her shoulder and raise a brow at Leland—is Summer drunk already?

“Thanks, I’m all grown up now apparently.”

“The Macarena” starts playing, and Summer yells out that she loves this song while bouncing in place. Who would even play this song? I scan the room and see Colt standing by the DJ before he grabs Sinclair’s arm and drags her to the dance floor. The rest of his team jump up from their seats to join them, and Summer takes my hand to drag me along with her.

We fall in line next to Blayne and follow along with the song. I laugh at Colt’s ridiculous moves as he shows Danika how it’s done. Jimmie even joins us, but none of his team does.

The feeling of being watched hits me hard, and when I look up, Laughn is standing at the front of the room hidden in the shadows next to a large speaker.

As if the song choice couldn’t get any crazier, “Cotton Eye Joe” comes on next. This time Blayne whoops. Do you have any idea how hard it is to do that dance in heels?

We laugh and dance through a few songs as some teams join in and others stand on the sidelines and watch.

I start to overheat from the dancing and all the bodies on the floor. Deciding a drink is in order, I shuffle out from between Blayne and Summer and make my way to the bar.

The smell of fresh laundry assaults my senses, letting me know Boston is near before he even moves up beside me. “Having fun?” he asks in a low tone, not looking at me. We both just stare ahead and wait for the person manning the bar to finish serving a girl at the opposite end.

“Yes, I am. Thank you for coming, but you didn’t have to.”

“We know we didn’t have to, but none of us would have missed it,” he says, linking his pinkie with mine. “I also haven’t forgotten I owe you a punishment for going into my room and driving my car.”

“If I remember correctly, Laughn was my punishment. I’m more than happy to?—”

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