Magnus who? Vivienne asked.
All of yours, I state as though it should be obvious.His eyes heat for a second as he swallows harder than necessary, as though I just said some really magical words that he’s struggling not to believe.
It’s clear I was designed just for the four of you. Whether or not I’m a Trojan Horse is beyond my knowledge. But even if I am such, I’ll destroy whoever wants to use me against you. My loyalties are sealed and undivided. The four of you are my only charge. If Lamar had been truly trying to hurt you, I would have burned his heart in his chest without blinking an eye. And I happen to like Lamar.We stare at each other, not speaking, just gauging the other like we’re back in our usual opposing spots on the chessboard.Finally, he takes a seat again, his gaze flicking over me like it’s the first time he’s letting himself appreciate the sexy black gown I’ve chosen.
If we’re stuck here, you could at least wear red for me. Kai is the one who prefers black, he says as though it’s no big deal.Instead of making my dress red, I change it to blue.
That’s Gage’s favorite color, he points out.
Yes, and Gage is my current favorite. If you want to make requests, you need to at least try to be my favorite first, I state absently, as though I can’t be bothered to think about the fact he doesn’t want to be my favorite.In the distance, I heard music blasting from his room, getting louder by the second as he turned the volume up to the max. It took me a few beats to recognize the song. Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis.
A few minutes later, I heard Georgia’s red automatic Camaro—the one Vicious constantly made fun of because, Who the fuck buys an automatic Camaro?—gun down the tree-lined driveway of the estate. She sounded angry too.Vicious was vicious. It was too bad that my hate for him was dipped in a thin shell of something that felt like love. But I promised myself I’d crack it, break it, and unleash pure hatred in its place before he got to me. He, I promised myself, will never break me.
IT WAS THE SAME OLD shit, different weekend, at my house. I was throwing another balls-out party and didn’t even bother to leave the media/gaming room to hang out with the assholes I’d invited.I knew what kind of chaos was teeming outside the room. The snickering and screaming girls in the kidney-shaped pool at the back of the house. The gurgles of the artificial waterfalls pouring out of the Greek arches into the water and the slap of rubber, inflated mattresses against bare, wet skin. The groans of couples fucking in nearby rooms. The mean-ass gossip of cliques crashing on the plush loveseats and sofas downstairs.