towards the door and stopped, turning to look at me with that irritating grin still plastered across his face. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone.”
“What trouble could I possibly get myself into?” I grumbled, heading into the bathroom without a backward glance. “I stopped eating soap when I was five.”
I stripped off my dirty clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling invigorated as the hot water poured over me. It was amazing how the ira bands stayed alight, despite the water running over them. They didn’t burn anything they touched either—Tyrone’s magic wasn’t too shabby.
It was hard to calm myself down after my interaction with Loire. I’d never met someone like him who got under my skin so easily. Somehow, I had to keep my anger in check because he clearly got a kick out of it. I had to push away that feeling in my stomach—like tiny birds were taking flight—when he got too close or gave me that smile.
I was the one who liked to get a rise out of people, yet I was letting a hot guy get the better of me twice in the same year. My ex, Talon, had already taken the lead in that competition.
My ears pricked at the sound of the bedroom door being opened. I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my soaking body before stepping into the room.
Loire was back, leaning casually against the door, waiting for me. When he caught sight of me, his eyes travelled the length of my body, making me blush. He seemed momentarily stunned.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had him so dumbfounded. I was a girl. I had boobs and had grown up nice. Boys liked to look and despite being my guard, he was still a boy.
A silence grew between us, at the same time my body grew warm from the intense look in his eyes as his gaze continued to roam over my body. He wasn’t moving and it looked like he was holding his breath, too, like he was seeing me differently somehow.
Was he seeing me the way I’d seen him in the bar?
Pleased that I had managed to catch him off guard, I cleared my throat. “I need to get changed.”
“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, his eyes turning dark. Was he angry at himself for checking me out? “By the way, there’s a crazy demoness waiting for you outside. She said something about wanting to procreate perfect, attractive offspring with me-”
“Misha’s here?” I cried, pushing Loire out of the room and nearly losing my towel in the process. “I need to see her! Get out so I can get changed!”
That was so typical of Misha. Her mouth had no filter whatsoever. Trust her to think that Loire was hot and immediately comment on it.
Once he was gone, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue sweater from my dresser before quickly running a brush through my long, dark hair. Studying myself in the mirror, I bit my lip. There were bags under my dark eyes that no makeup could hide. I looked like the monster that everyone thought I was. Sighing, I pulled my wet hair back in a high ponytail and found some lip gloss to use.
With a final glance around the room, I headed out the door and into the cold, anxious to see Misha again. I managed to take exactly two steps before the air was knocked out of me.
“Kat! Oh, my God!” she screamed into my ear as she squeezed me in the tightest hug imaginable. It was like a python was constricting my air supply. “Oh, my God!” She stepped back, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder as she took in my appearance. “Wow, being on the run does wonders for your figure.”
There was a ‘tsk’ from somewhere behind her, and I caught a flash of blonde hair before Anna wrapped herself around the both of us in a fierce hug. There was no feeling in the world quite like being with the people who completed you and who you knew would do anything to protect you.
The three of us stepped back and I basked in Anna’s angelic beauty as she gave me the familiar smile that warmed every inch of me. Her
“What trouble could I possibly get myself into?” I grumbled, heading into the bathroom without a backward glance. “I stopped eating soap when I was five.”
I stripped off my dirty clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling invigorated as the hot water poured over me. It was amazing how the ira bands stayed alight, despite the water running over them. They didn’t burn anything they touched either—Tyrone’s magic wasn’t too shabby.
It was hard to calm myself down after my interaction with Loire. I’d never met someone like him who got under my skin so easily. Somehow, I had to keep my anger in check because he clearly got a kick out of it. I had to push away that feeling in my stomach—like tiny birds were taking flight—when he got too close or gave me that smile.
I was the one who liked to get a rise out of people, yet I was letting a hot guy get the better of me twice in the same year. My ex, Talon, had already taken the lead in that competition.
My ears pricked at the sound of the bedroom door being opened. I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my soaking body before stepping into the room.
Loire was back, leaning casually against the door, waiting for me. When he caught sight of me, his eyes travelled the length of my body, making me blush. He seemed momentarily stunned.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had him so dumbfounded. I was a girl. I had boobs and had grown up nice. Boys liked to look and despite being my guard, he was still a boy.
A silence grew between us, at the same time my body grew warm from the intense look in his eyes as his gaze continued to roam over my body. He wasn’t moving and it looked like he was holding his breath, too, like he was seeing me differently somehow.
Was he seeing me the way I’d seen him in the bar?
Pleased that I had managed to catch him off guard, I cleared my throat. “I need to get changed.”
“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, his eyes turning dark. Was he angry at himself for checking me out? “By the way, there’s a crazy demoness waiting for you outside. She said something about wanting to procreate perfect, attractive offspring with me-”
“Misha’s here?” I cried, pushing Loire out of the room and nearly losing my towel in the process. “I need to see her! Get out so I can get changed!”
That was so typical of Misha. Her mouth had no filter whatsoever. Trust her to think that Loire was hot and immediately comment on it.
Once he was gone, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue sweater from my dresser before quickly running a brush through my long, dark hair. Studying myself in the mirror, I bit my lip. There were bags under my dark eyes that no makeup could hide. I looked like the monster that everyone thought I was. Sighing, I pulled my wet hair back in a high ponytail and found some lip gloss to use.
With a final glance around the room, I headed out the door and into the cold, anxious to see Misha again. I managed to take exactly two steps before the air was knocked out of me.
“Kat! Oh, my God!” she screamed into my ear as she squeezed me in the tightest hug imaginable. It was like a python was constricting my air supply. “Oh, my God!” She stepped back, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder as she took in my appearance. “Wow, being on the run does wonders for your figure.”
There was a ‘tsk’ from somewhere behind her, and I caught a flash of blonde hair before Anna wrapped herself around the both of us in a fierce hug. There was no feeling in the world quite like being with the people who completed you and who you knew would do anything to protect you.
The three of us stepped back and I basked in Anna’s angelic beauty as she gave me the familiar smile that warmed every inch of me. Her
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