Page 107 of House of Pain
Blaze mindlessly hummed a tune under his breath, trying to come up with an excuse to leave the party early. There was really nothing for him here, and the drinks weren’t good enough for him to stay.
He once again lifted his glass up, trying to determine whether he liked the scorching sweet liquid or hated it.
It was hard to say.
Maybe, if he had more of them…
“Look at that,” Andro whispered, jerking his chin towards the door.
Blaze followed his gaze to see Lyra and Reverie Frone walk in. Lyra was sporting an expensive black suit decorated with mother-of-pearls all around, and Reverie’s curves were draped in a black silk gown with matching pearls lining the silky material.
“No fucking way.” Blaze almost choked on his drink.
Fronesneverattended Leveau parties, no matter the occasion or importance.
But apparently, they were more than welcome at the Blacks’ residence as Alecto’s father strode towards them, grinning wide and planting kisses on both of their cheeks.
“I didn’t know Frones mixed with the Blacks,” Blaze murmured, eyeing the elegant women as they made their way to the bar, Alatar walking ahead of them.
Andro chuckled. “It’s the old money, babe. They stick together no matter what. Maybe that’s why Jolene seems to like Alecto the most out of all of us.”
Old money, right.
Blaze tended to forget that the Leveaus’ wealth was new money, his father being a self-made billionaire, just like Andro’s parents. While the Frones and Blacks had generations of prominent witches and warlocks at the very top of their society.
“I thought it didn’t matter anymore,” Blaze noted, glancing at Andro. “We’re the next generation. We don’t give a shit about old money, new money…”
Andro cocked a brow.
“As long as it’s money.”
“I guess we’ll see when we graduate.”
Andro swiped two more glasses of tonight’s special from the passingCrahen, planting them on their tall table. Blaze bit into his strawberry. It was ripe and juicy, like the ones they got during the peak of strawberry season.
Blaze glanced around the room, looking. For what, he wasn’t sure.
Or, rather, he didn’t want to admit it to himself.
But his heart still picked up its pace the moment the silky white-blond hair came into view.
Blaze smirked, concealing it with his glass so nobody else could notice the tilt of his lips.
Apparently, Miss Black either didn’t get the memo on the dress code for tonight’s party, or she simply didn’t care.
Knowing her, it was the latter.
It was a black-tie event, where warlocks wore their most expensive tailor-made suits, and witches showed off the most elaborate, elegant gowns that each told a story.
Alecto Black made her way through the crowd, towardstheirtable, in a backless lace dress that showed the black underwear she wore underneath as well as her small, rounded breasts that were very prominentlynotcovered with a bra.
Blaze had to bite the inside of his cheek to get his mind and body under control because when she stopped by their table and her round cherry-colored lips moved, he had urges surfacing that had no business being inside him.
Not after what he did to her.
“What happened to your face?” she asked, reaching her hand to Andro’s jaw where a bruise rested.
Andro grinned, jerking his chin towards Blaze. “You should see the other guy.”
