Page 21 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
Then he shrugged his shoulders and left, leaving the three of us in a somewhat somber mood.
I took a swig of my brightly coloured drink and sweetness danced along my tongue. Whatever cocktail this was, it was yummy. It was a red colour with a sparkle running through it. Tasted fruity but there was almost a buzz that felt like popping candy exploding in my mouth. I grabbed a cocktail menu and flipped through the pages until I spotted the little thumbnail image of it.
Crimson Necrosis.
How fitting. I drowned the rest of it in one before slamming the empty glass down on the tabletop. “I’m going dancing. I’m sure we will be found when the Fates want us.”
Then I ran away from my gorgeous Hell Hounds and lost myself in the music that pulsed out of the ridiculously large speakers on the other side of the room.
Bodies swayed and rolled all around me. All people lost in the beat of the music; a thumping energetic number that instantly made me want to surrender to it.
Hands were all over me, hips pressed against me, and I didn’t care. For a moment, I could be free.
A cool hand wrapped around my waist, brushing the skin my dress didn’t cover. I say dress but it was a scrap of diamond encrusted fabric that barely covered my tits and ass.
I tensed as I realised who it was currently wrapping their body around me from behind.
Magnus. The vampire who’d ripped out my heart and hurt me in a way I’d never really recovered from. And I hated that he could still affect me, that I still remembered how good we were together.
His lips found the shell of my ear and I shuddered beneath his touch.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said as his lips trailed down my neck.
“I’m not on the menu.”
He smiled against the side of my throat. “Shame.”
His mouth left my skin, but he didn’t move away from me. Instead, he locked his hips against mine and started grinding and swaying to the beat of the music. For a moment I forgot our history, forgot the pain and the anger and just enjoyed the feel of him against me. Maybe I was weak and pathetic, but I knew, beneath all the anger, I still loved this asshole, and, for a moment, I wanted to remember what it felt like between his arms. I just hoped that the twins didn’t—
A strong grip yanked me out of the vampire’s arms and shoved me behind them. I sighed as I found myself staring at the sheer, sparkly shirt-covered backs of the twins.
I didn’t like Magnus for what he’d done to me, but the twins, theydespisedthe man. Everyone around us had stopped dancing, the anger the twins were emitting cut through the air like a knife.
“Stay away from her,” Rafe said, his voice low and dangerous.
“Or what?” Magnus said with a shrug of his shoulder.
“You’ll die,” Rayne said simply.
I groaned. Honestly, these two were idiots sometimes. “You can’t go threatening a king in front of a room full of witnesses.”
“Don’t care,” Rayne huffed.
I tried to walk between the twins, but they wouldn’t budge. Fine. Fuck the lot of them.
I left them to their alpha-macho-bullshit and went to get another one of those cocktails.
“Hey sweetness. Trouble in paradise?”
“What’s your name?”
The midnight-coloured demon smiled wide, showcasing a mouth full of sharp teeth. “Arioch but you can call me Ari.”
“Well Ari, to be honest I’ve no fucking cluewhat’sgoing on with those three. Can I have another crimson necrosis?”
“Like that one, did you?”
“Yes. Very fitting.”
