Page 44 of The Goddess is Fierce
“Oh, fuck you,” I said, flipping my twin off.
“You know you love me,” Matilda said, blowing me a kiss.
“I’d love you even more if you helped me pick out an outfit.”
Just then, black smoke filled my dorm room. Azren and Baldur were here and fuck me, eventheylooked sexy. Azren was wearing a black button down and a black vest with red stripes over it. They paired it with this amazing long, black skirt and black combat boots. I was pretty sure Azren had dressed Baldur. Baldur was wearing a dark-grey Henley with the sleeves rolled up, which should be illegal because he had amazing forearms from doing all that maintenance work and dark jeans. He had scuffed work boots on his feet.
Fuck me. Was I the only one in my underwear who didn’t know what to wear? Baldur might be a sweet, gentle giant, but he definitely wasn’t dead anymore. He wasn’t shy either, eventhough I’d made him before. Yeah, Baldur was checking me out. I was really glad my momma taught me to make sure all my underwear was comfortable, but sexy as fuck because this was Baldur’s first time seeing me in it. I wasn’t really expecting him, and I’d have to leave the entire realm if Azren brought him to my dorm and I was wearing granny panties with holes in them.
“Like what you see?” I asked, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
“Fuck yeah,” Baldur growled. “Pity you have to cover it up to go to the speakeasy.”
Ooh. I liked growly, horny Baldur.
“So, the ghosts didn’t send me on a quest or leave me a note, but they decided to let me into the speakeasy. There was an enchanted coin on my espresso machine where I’d be sure to notice it. I’m guessing they knew I’d be a part of the quest, but it would have been nice to get a note like everyone else. Is it okay if I crash?”
“Dude, yes. This means all my people can be there! I was excited about the tokens but bummed you couldn’t come. This is perfect!”
“I’ll be pretending like I’m there to hang out with Baldur so no one accuses me of playing favorites. Plus, your dad is keeping our secret because he can. If we’re being obvious in public, other students or professors can make a complaint to him and then he’s going to have to do something.”
“Gotcha. And it’s not fair the two of you lookthathot and I can’t even figure out what to wear.”
“I’d never presume to tell a woman what to wear, but do you want help, George?” Azren asked.
Azren was like, style goals. Even if they were just lounging around the house, they looked impeccable. They didn’t even look messy when they slept in frumpy pajamas because they slept inthe nude on silk sheets. Azren had their style completely figured out. I flung my arms out.
“Make me look half as good as you and I’ll be happy.”
“Hush. You havemuchbetter legs than me,” Azren said, waving their hands.
I walked over to the mirror and gaped at my reflection. Azren captured everything Iwantedto be in one outfit. It had girly sparkly accents, but it was also a lot of black leather and totally badass. They had me in a black corset with rainbow accents on the front and put this epic cloak over it. The black leather pants also had rainbow accents on the side and I was wearing some pretty tall ‘fuck me’ boots.
Like underwear, my mom also taught us how to do literally anything in a heel. She said her legs were one of the things our dads loved about her, and we got that from her. A good pair of heels would show them off, but we were supernatural and someone might try to fuck around and find out with us not caring what kind of shoes we were wearing. Matilda and I could ruin someone’s day without breaking a heel, so these boots were fucking awesome.
Matilda walked over and hugged me.
“I told you that you were going to look awesome.”
“You said it would be because we look alike.”
“You’re both beautiful, but in completely different ways,” Baldur said. “It was weird overhearing people on campus mixing the two of you up and it’s not just because you’re different races and your eye colors are different.”
“We should get going,” Azren said. “Go get the guys. Baldur and I will meet you there.”
This was one of those things my mom and aunt talked about, but wouldn’t give us a huge amount of detail. We knew they got into the speakeasy and some of the stories that went down when they were inside, but those were the only details we got. My momand my aunt told me about the time someone got drunk and threw up on their history professor, who was this ancient cranky vampire. He bit the shit out of them and then held a grudge until they graduated.
I knew aboutthat,but I didn’t know what the inside looked like or what kind of drinks ghosts served. I didn’t know what kind of entertainment went on inside a secret speakeasy.
I was finally about to find out.
church
. . .
Ah, fuck. We all dressed up and tried to look properly groomed for our first big date with George. All of us had wildly different styles and I just now figured out I was the boring one of the group. I always thought I had decent style, but I looked like a generic, rich vampire compared to everyone else.
I had a dark-grey button down on with the sleeves rolled up and black jeans on. Five minutes ago, I would have said I looked stylish, but then I saw my roommates and Drake knocked on our door. Fuck. I needed to up my game.
