Page 10 of Ella's Masquerade
That’s interesting.I was almost jealous.
“My bad, man,” Tray said, releasing the wall. “I was eager to play with my new toy.”
My stomach churned.I am not a fucking toy.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready to swim some laps. We’ll catch up after.” He released the wall and floated off on his back. After a few flutter kicks, he turned onto his stomach and took off toward the other end with long, strong strokes.
No wonder he’d caught me.
The dude was a freaking fish.
“This isn’t over, Cindersoot,” Charlie hissed, drawing my attention back to him.
“It never is,” I muttered, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. “But I’ve had enough for today.”
With that weak retort, I headed to the one place they couldn’t follow me—the girls’ locker room.
Chapter Four
Tray
My blood boiled,magic flaring at my fingertips. It took physical restraint not to lash out at Charlie and his buddy Dash. Drowning them would have been too easy.
Also, I couldn’t. They deserved to suffer for their crimes against Isabella. And she needed to be the one to make them pay for their years of torment.
However, the two females leaning up against my car now would serve as the grand finale.
Ryan and Carmen Cinder, the queen bees of Darlington Academy.
Short skirts, loosely buttoned blouses, and lips painted a shade of fuck-me red. They were the definition of trying too hard. Very unlike their gorgeous stepsister, who didn’t need a smear of makeup to enhance her naturally beautiful features.
I hit the button to unlock my car, opened the passenger door, and tossed my bag inside. Ryan and Carmen remained against the driver’s side, their matching brown eyes glimmering as I approached.
“Ladies,” I greeted, forcing a smile. “Are you looking for a ride?” I’d prefer to drive them straight to hell, where they belonged, but that wasn’t part of the game. If Isabella chose to send these bitches to a cruel fate, then so be it. For now, however, I had to play my part.
“We hear you’re interested in our stepsister,” Carmen said, her finger twirling a platinum blonde strand.
“Yeah?” I propped my hip against my car and slowly checked her out.
Plump breasts, tiny waist, long legs.
I could see the appeal to the human male population, but beneath her porcelain skin lived a witch with evil claws.
“Who’s your stepsister?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know anything about the infamous Cinder sisters. “Does she look anything like you?” That would be a straight no. Isabella’s hair was a natural blonde shade, her body slender and lean but curved in all the right places, and she had a face I could study forever without growing bored.
It was why Dash and Charlie were obsessed with her. Oh, they used her sisters’ penchant for bullying Isabella as an excuse for their actions, but both men wanted to fuck her. I could see it in their eyes today when she stepped onto the deck in that formfitting swimsuit. They bullied her because it gave them a reason to touch her.
Hence, my interference.
Which hadn’t won me many points, but hell if I was going to sit there and watch them torment her.
Carmen giggled while Ryan laughed, drawing me back to this stupid exercise.
“Me? Look like Isabella?” Carmen sounded offended, which caused my lips to twitch. Because yeah, there was definitely no resemblance between the two. And Ryan wasn’t any better with her fake nose and bleached white teeth.
Both these chicks were like an advertisement for airbrushing gone wrong.
“Trust me, only rodents resemble our wretched stepsister,” Ryan put in, stepping toward me and running a blood-red nail down my chest. “But we’re curious why you’re interested in her.”
