Page 8 of Vow of Revenge
What if I overheated and my insides exploded? Or if my organs failed from dehydration or exhaustion because the blood was pumping through my veins at high speed?Splashing water over my face, innocent tears rolled down my rosy cheeks. The insane chatter from groups of girls sharing toilet cubicles or putting on make-up became louder. I focused on their conversations for what felt like forever.
I was scared and alone.
I needed Syrah, my sister. She would take care of me.
A swell of heat spread from my feet to my head, bringing with it a powerful rush of sensations that catapulted over my scalp with millions of tingles. My cheeks flushed like wildfire had spread over my skin and my heartbeat thumped with crazy off beat irregularity. In one almighty stomach heave, I vomited in the wash hand basin. Prickles swept over my spine and the hairs on my head stood erect.
Run! Find Syrah. Now!
My mind swam. Adrenaline coursed through me like I’d been lit up by electric volts from the inside. Climbing the stairs, each step lifted me from the clammy heat and a cool breeze caressed my skin. It was the best feeling in the world. My lips stretched wide and my eyes felt like they were the size of golf balls. The wonderful sensation pebbled my nipples and made the Lycra on my thighs feel like silk.
“Hi, boys. I’m back. Just need to get someone. Okay?” I grinned like a fool.
The security men stood back, permitting me access to The Gods. I scoured the room, but Syrah was nowhere to be seen.
Oh my god she’s gone!
Running to the balcony, I leant over, hoping and praying that she went downstairs to dance. There were so many bodies, all hard to make out from up here where The Gods observe. My chemically induced elation turned to horror.
I was alone.
I couldn’t breathe. Short sharp inhalations became trapped in my lungs. The music imprisoned me in a cell of noise, and I couldn’t escape. Fearful thoughts took over and my poor heart bounced so hard that it nearly burst out of my ribs.
Hunched on the floor with my back against the balcony, my head slumped in my palms. The music reverberated through my jittery skeleton.
“Freya?”
I looked up into the glimmering eyes of my nemesis. Kaleb stood before me, swilling a glass of amber liquid.
“Syrah… where is she? I need her.” The words rushed out.
“She left a few minutes ago.” He drained the liquid in one long gulp.
“Fuck!” I hissed, thumping my head to bring my mind back down to earth.
“You seem flustered. Did my kiss melt your ice walls?” His smirk was intoxicating. The fucked up ideas in my head were urging my fingers to feast in his thick inky strands, and I craved to feel the hot sensation of his lips all over again. He had the most striking face, and those eyes of his had the power to stop me in my tracks. The quirk of his lips straightened. He stared down at me with a look I couldn’t decipher.
I pushed up to a stand, the music feeding my senses, spurring me to dance – to move closer to him. If I thought my head was messed up before, it really was now that the drug was starting to take hold. “I’ve been spiked with an Ecstasy pill. I’ve never taken drugs before.”
Chills crawled up my spine and the tiny hairs on my skin felt like they were alive.
“Am I going to die?”
There was something divinely satisfying about watching the uptight mouthy woman fall foul to the chemicals blending with her blood. She was off her head and spiralling out of control. This was her payback for the disturbing kiss earlier. That dirty mouth of hers looked like temptation, and I’d tasted it first-hand. I fucking despised the unfamiliar knots that had tightened in my chest when she moaned into my mouth.
Right now, I was taking great pleasure in witnessing the quick rise and fall of her chest as rapid heartbeats burst against her ribcage. An unruly look in her eyes piqued my interest. I bet she thought this was the perfect plan to make me feel sorry for her. Well, I had news for her, I didn’t feel anything for her at all, other than contempt.
Those big innocent eyes were playing a game. She was acting all scared and defenceless. I called it bullshit. The light dazzled on a thin chain dangling from her wrist. Her hands wrung as the high began to consume her.
“You won’t die. I think you came back for more of me?” I swilled the liquor in my glass. The corner of my mouth slid up with taunting appreciation.
Shaky palms smoothed over her hips like all her senses were sharpened to the point of a simple touch becoming erotic. Her performance was getting better. With a little flick of her tongue, it slowly slid beneath her top lip, running over her front teeth and then poking out between parted lips. That slight seductive movement made my pulse dance. Her fucking tongue looked good enough to suck as it lingered over her lips, glistening in the half light.
“I’d better go home.” A layer of perspiration misted her heaving tits. The perfect pair, right there in front of my gaze. They were curved and positioned with just enough bare flesh to make me wonder how good they’d feel in my hands.
I shrugged. “Do what you want.” She looked startled and uncertain as the words left my mouth and my expression stayed tight.
She was vulnerable.
