Page 175 of Rebirth Of Order
“Why does everyone say that? ‘Fancy seeing you,’ what’s fancy about it?” I ask, arching a brow.
He shrugs, strutting closer, pulling out a little brown book, leather, with a pen in hand. “It’s just a saying. Any who, I didn’t think you’d show.”
“Why not?” Liking the green and teal of his multicolored eye, my right–his left, I find solace in its swimming pool shades.
“First, it’s good to see you.” He opens his arms for a hug.
“You’ve become a hugger all of–okay, we’re doing this…again.”
Pulling me in tight, I feel a sparkle of energy pop along my flesh. Weird, because I’m wearing a bodysuit. Embracing him back, I chuckle inside the crevasse of his neck. Muffled, I say, “You sure like hugging now.” But I can’t contest the scent of baked cookie-brownies.
“Nope. It makes my skin crawl. With you, however, it’s more like a prickle. Tolerable.”
“Gee, thanks.” Pulling away, I roll my eyes.
Blaise continues holding my shoulders, and with a glance past them, he whispers, “There’s two paths you could have taken. One, do extra homework and not show, two, come and become aggravated and annoyed. Which leads you to not going anyway. But we’ll see.”
He lets go, putting a finger to his lips, and walks past me. With every intent on asking what his vision means, I know there isn’t time to pull teeth when a door manifests.
“By the way, why were you standing here? Are you waiting for someone?”
“This did not appear for me. What did you do?”
“Interesting, I’ll tell you later.” I move to go in, but he holds up a hand. “Nope, gentlefay first.”
“Chivalrous.” Huffing, I fold my arms.
“Aren’t I?”
Cackling, I shake my head and follow him in, noticing everyone is already in attendance.Shit.
The door disappears behind me as I take in this peculiar room. The sparkle I’m used to sensing is gone, and if there is a comparison, I feel…mortal. Normal.
Gasps and other breathy sounds pull my focus as everyone turns. A multitude of expressions stare back, and each one is met with a different one from me.
“Uh, Blaise, why are they staring at me likethat?” I lean to my right and murmur.
He moves closer and whisper, “because your stylisticoutfit looks desirable. Every guy here has an elevated pulse, yet they can’t look away for even a second.”
I start to respond but he continues before I have a chance. “And your hair. It’s braided and draped over your left shoulder. Each shoulder symbolizes royalty. Left means Prince or Princess, right means King or Queen. And right now, you’re telling everyone you’re a Princess. I’m sure that’s the main reason.” He leans away, smirking, and I’m thankful he whispered back instead of being an ass.
Desirable, Princes, Royalty? Shit.
Ethan stands in the far back, dressed in all onyx with a freshly done plait hanging over his left shoulder.Let me guess, he’s the Prince of Darkness?He racks over my body multiple times before ceasing on my braid and scowling. It goes without saying that my face resembles his.
“If he frowns any longer, we might be peering at his permanent expression. I like it,” Niro says without masking his own expression.
“What are you insinuating, Fire Leader?” Ethan rebuts.
“Simple, you’re cranky and can use a nap. Come here, I can help.”
He reaches out his arms as though he is taunting Ethan with up-sies. I cannot make this up. Niro is an inch or two taller, but let him tell it, he is much taller than my grumpy House Leader.
Angie and Ashlyn chuckle at the sight, Blaise is quick with his notes, and dare I say it, Marcel is wearing a smirk.
“Speak to me any longer, and Ashlyn will hold the title over House Fire.” Ethan’s voice becomes primal. Enough to send shivers through my attire and down my arms.
“See, cranky.” Niro shrugs, and yep, now I hold the attention of Ethan’s death glare since my persistent giggle won’t cease. Another reason I’m on his list.Whatever.
