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“There, you can wear one of mine,” Eldon states, like it’s completely okay to just change my outfit.
“What the actual fuck is going on right now?” “You can wear one of mine,” Zane announces with a shrug. “Just don’t ever wear another man’s clothes again.”
“But if Eldon’s vision was right, there is something within you,” Zane says so casually that it almost doesn’t register.
“I don’t know. I just know that in my vision, a war was coming, a war across realms, threatening all of existence. And the raven…she saved us all.”
“I told you she would try and sneak out,” Creed states, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as Eldon chuckles. Assholes. “I wasn’t doing anything at all.”
“This handbook is driving me insane. Why don’t you just explain things to me?”
If she doesn’t read this shit soon I’m going to scream!! I need to know
He shrugs. “It’s more fun if you read it.” “There’s no fun in reading unless it’s inked porn,”
“Inked porn? Color me intrigued.” “It’s the good stuff. The holy grail. The raw existence of slipping away from reality and escaping into another world. Sexy stories written by women, for women. Hot guys who know how to make a woman find ecstasy and look good doing it, even with their asshole tendencies. You don’t find that in real life.” I was going for the shock factor, but the smirk on his lips makes him appear unfazed.
“Everyone is watching us.” “Nah, it’s just Genie…” Zane explains, running his thumb over my knuckles. “Oh, nope, you’re right. That’s a lot of eyes,”
“Because we didn’t accept her. If you had read the handbook, you would know that when one of us is claimed, we all are. So when Eldon declared you had claimed him…”
I had claimed them all. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I’m hot all over. I definitely need to read the damn handbook.
Apparently, she’s more obsessed with the Bishops than I thought. Unluckily for her, I’m a hardcore petty bitch.
Gaping in horror, I lean back, desperately wanting to escape the awful sight. I should have listened to Brax. Holy shit.
“What the fuck, Raven? I told you not to look,” Brax snarls, and I turn to him. That’s not… I’m not… “I’m going to die,” I choke, fear coating every inch of me.
“Thank you, Taryn. Next up, we have Sebastian Hendrix.”
Damn I wish she would have said “please let him die” 🤣
Professor Burton rambles his usual shit before spouting the same line he ends with every time he talks. I won’t repeat it. I never have. I don’t really understand what he means by it and I sure as hell am not chanting random words for the sake of it.
“He’s got this, Raven. Don’t worry. I swear,” I soothe. “Asking me not to worry is like asking a bird not to fly or the sun not to shine.”
“Ah, shit,” Raven gripes, wiping a hand down her face. “I was so worried about his safety. I didn’t actually consider how much of an obnoxious winner he would be.”
I either succeed too and have to listen to his rambling about how awesome he is, or I let the siren take me instead. I can’t decide which might be worse.
I move toward her, delicately pressing my lips against hers. She responds instantly, prompting my dick to come to life, and now really isn’t the time for that.
Invisible. He went in-fucking-visible.
“I feel amazing. I just need to remove the bandages and see what it looks like underneath. Want to help?” “If it’s still gruesome and the fabric tries to stick to your skin, then definitely not.”
A regal event? Shit, I’m almost glad I’m dying today.
“She likes them unhinged. Noted,” Eldon jokes from behind me as I lean back out of Creed’s hold.
Unhinged… Sadistic… Whatever we’re calling it, he’s right. I like it.
“Brax is a gargoyle.”
Brax. I survived the Gauntlet. I’m still breathing, still here, and undefeated as a Void. I made it. And it’s all because of the guy who hates me the most.
Honestly I was hoping this was when he powers were going to wake up… disappointed
“She’s not fucking cute to you. Do you understand?
“Do you actually want the first time I touch you to be in a dressing area at a store where anyone could walk in?” I huff in frustration, planting my hands on my hips and giving him a pointed look. “It would definitely be memorable.”
Creed is the secret tease, Eldon the declarer of being claimed, Zane the handbook king, and Brax is the one that runs so hot and cold that it leaves my head spinning.
Pink-feathered raven. Black and white chess set. A storm. Everything shakes with the chaos, but only one piece falls. A bishop. The raven slowly moves toward it, rolling it around with its claw a few times before it finally manages to get a good grasp on it and stands it up again. The moment the base of the bishop reconnects the chessboard, the raven’s feathers turn black.
“If we play spin the bottle, it will only be Raven spinning because I sure as shit am not touching any of you fuckers,” Creed grumbles, and a chuckle slips past my lips.
“Are you ready for the worst five seconds of your life?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood, and it earns me an eye roll.
It feels like it whirls forever until it lands on Brax again.
Is there a way one of them is controlling the game? 🤨
“Can we carry on?” “Definitely, but I swear to God I’m spinning it this time because this is bullshit,” he replies with a wink, calming the worry inside me.
Eldon holds up the green bottle, aiming it at himself as he drops his shorts. “I win.”
Although, helping feels like a big stretch of the word since nothing has kept her off my mind. It’s fucking annoying as hell and embarrassing as shit, but that’s where I’m at.
Fuck. She needs to stop weaving her web. She’s the black widow and I’m the embarrassing insect, eager to fall into her clutches despite knowing it’s no good for me.
“I thought it would be safer to hide you, but I was wrong. I thought those who loved you would only want the best for you, but I was wrong. I thought you would be safer without your powers, but I was wrong. If what the seer said is true, your best defense… is you.”
Why does it feel like I shouldn’t have whatever ability she’s talking about? If it has them both so worked up, I don’t want it.
“You’re not a Void, Raven, and if what the seer says is true, you’re far from it,”
Follow your heart, find solace in the shadows, and take down the dawn.”
As long as she came back, that’s all that mattered. Otherwise, I’d go hunting. Just like I did when she didn’t come back to class yesterday, but she doesn’t need to know that.
I’m quickly realizing that’s my obsession; hunting her, capturing her, rescuing her when she’s a damsel in distress.
The list of what I like about her quickly outweighs what I hate.
I like the sting, the bite of pain, and I relish in the damage I did to that fucker’s face.” Her smile grows at my words, adding another thing to my like list. I’m so screwed.
“So, to clarify, you’re being a bitch to be kind because you’re scared you can’t trust anyone, worried who might use you and why, but mostly petrified of the target that may be put on your head and those you care about?”
My parents died. The thought of being close to anyone ever again and feeling that loss or making someone else feel that way over me has driven me for as long as I can remember.
“Run.” I lean back, giving her space, but she twists to look at me in confusion.
“Run, Raven. The hunt starts now.”
