Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“It’s fine,” the smaller girl says, pushing up from the ground and sliding her hands down her short skirt. She waves her palm up and an opal-colored ring bursts in front of her, circling with soft pinks and baby blue hues. “I probably asked for it.”
I don’t know who the girl is, or the other two Fae, but right now, they’re on my fucking shit list. This could signal to the council that we’re fucking with high-capacity magic. All the boring shit—fine. But throwing around fucking electrokinesis, or any other mind and elemental fuckery, is bound to tip them all off.
Legend taps my shoulder with his and I bare my teeth slightly, anger rippling through my veins like vines of fire.
He steps back, hands up. “Whoa! What the fuck is with you?”
My mouth slams closed. I’m being obvious, and I don’t even know what is with me or why I’m on edge. “Nothing. Get this cleaned up before the Ministry smells smoke. Literally.” I turn back to see where the girl is, but she has already stepped through the portal, and before I can tell her to stop, it’s snapped closed and disappears.
I need to get the fuck out of here before I kill someone. Today’s practice and drills did nothing to settle my mind. If anything, I’m even more pent the fuck up.
It’s fucking annoying being a Lord sometimes. We’re always stuck cleaning up other people’s dumb decisions just to protect ourselves from bullshit we shouldn’t have to. It’s either rope in the fucking idiots around us or face the wrath of our parents after they’re forced to sit through a meeting with the Ministry, listening to them speak about the concerns they have for the ‘Deveraux Lords and their inability to acclimate to the human world’.
We’re not incapable of anything.
We just don’t fucking want to.
It’s all a bunch of bullshit. We should never have to hide or hold back our fucking gifts. Our parents agree, but we were told to stay under the radar, and our parents don’t give orders for the fuck of it. There is always a reason, one we trust in.
Snatching a discarded bottle of whiskey near the steps, I shove through the crowd and make my way to the front of the house, desperate to get the fuck away.
Away from my brothers.
Away from her.
I’m about to hit the footpath and pull up a portal to take me back to my room when someone catches my arm.
I pause, turning over my shoulder to see Alex blinking up at me with doe eyes. “Where are you going? The night is early.”
“I’m bored.” I glare at her, raising the bottle to my mouth and taking a long sip. I hiss through the burn in my throat. “And I fucking hate basic parties.” I shove myself out of her touch.
“Then let’s take it back to the lair.” Her finger comes to my chest, dragging a perfect white fingernail down.
I look between her and the movement. “Alex, if you don’t take your finger off me, I’m going to fucking cut it off.”
Alex shrugs, just as movement catches my eyes over her shoulder and I raise my head up to see Creed, Legend, Silver, and Sinner standing there with their toys for the night. Basic. Every single one of them.
“I think the girl is right, Knight.” Legend winks at me, clicking his fingers together as a large gold orb materializes in front of me. Mirror-like water stirs in the center and I feel the taste of magic in the back of my throat. “Think it’s time.” I watch as Legend and his toy are swallowed by the portal before the rest of them step through until it’s Creed and I left standing.
“We can talk about this tomorrow,” Creed murmurs, but I don’t give a fuck what he’s saying because I catch white hair shift out of the masses of people, with her little best friend. Cassandra Oakley is tucked under his arm, flashing a deep-set dimple smile.
Huh. Ben has game. Who would have thought? Not that Cassandra is a hard lay. She isn’t.
“Don’t even think about it,” Creed warns, and I tilt my head to the side, watching as hers tips back as she catches her laughter.
“It could be fun. Playing with a little human, I mean,” I tease, sidestepping Creed. I hardly ever tease. I leave the games to Sinner and Legend since they’re always filling their time with boring shit. Sex and chaos are our kinds’ thing, unless you’re Sin and Legend, who like to dabble with other hobbies to keep them occupied.
His hand comes to my chest. “If you do this, you can’t take it back. How will you explain everything she’s going to see?”
“What? I’ll—” I wave my hand around the place. “—do all that magic shit.” I pin him with a glare. “You mean to tell me that you don’t think she’s one of the hottest human girls you’ve ever seen? And the way she came undone…”