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)
If I weren’t fascinated with crystals and obsessed with the moon and the stars, and the light and darkness, and the way my mood shifts based on the weather and so many more elemental and earthly things, I would probably be strapped down in an insane asylum somewhere right about now.
But as I take a step back, looking over my sleek-straight hairstyle for the day, black strapless top, and leather pants to match, my eyes find their way up to the mirror once more.
It’s not only the feelings within me that seem to have shifted.
My eyes are a little lighter blue, more the color of ice than water, but it has to be the lighting or the massive black wing I gave myself today.
My hair seems somehow lighter, the platinum nearly frost-white, but again, that must be the lighting.
But then, there’s my skin.
It’s clearer. Sort of flawless looking…but maybe that makeup tutorial I watched last week just finally paid off.
“Ready?” Ben calls from the other side of the door.
Sighing, I paint my lips the deepest purple I can find and then tear the door open.
Ben’s brows lift, but he says nothing. He’s well aware of what I like to call my mood montages. “Ready.”
We walk in mostly silence, him checking shit on his phone, me half lost in my mind, and out in the fresh open air, things that wouldn’t click when locked in my room fall together.
Witchy shit or not, the “Knights” are twins.
Identical twins, not some hallucination or mirrored X-Men power shit—jury is still out on the white eyes.
My senses have never led me astray, and if I were paying attention, I wouldn’t have been duped by Knight. The boys, they couldn’t be more different, kiss more differently. They even speak differently.
But, yes, the twisted two did both kiss and touch me, and the twin, that little shit, was really careful with his “tell me you want me”, but not so much so the night of the party. The twin finger-fucked me on his brother’s lap, admittedly driving me crazy with need, and then they pulled their little switch-hitter game without my having a clue. Legend tucked my head into his warm neck, allowing Knight to yank him off me, and then Knight tore me away to claim my orgasm as his own, but his twin did do all the lead-up work. Playful little deviant. Dare I say, he’s less scary than Knight.
He’s less everything…
A frown pulls at my brows and I rub my arms when they prickle with goose bumps, though I’m not sure what’s caused them, the thought of his gentle yet strong hands on my throat while he fucks me stupid or the thought of him possibly choking me out until I’m dead at his feet.
You’re a fucking mess, London, Jesus.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand then, and I whip around, feeling eyes on me, but no one is there, and when I face forward, Ben is before me.
“I’m meeting that Alex chick tonight, just FYI, so I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” He stuffs his phone into his pocket.
My pulse jumps at the name. Alex. She’s from their world, and those two worlds no longer mean rich ass kids in a fancy fucking private college.
“Sure you don’t want to blow her off?”
Ben smirks, kissing my temple, and heads toward the arena for hockey practice. “I’ll call you if plans change.”
“K,” I say, even though he’s already gone as I tug my bag higher on my shoulder.
I curve through campus, making my way to the coffee shop since I have a few extra minutes, but with each turn I take or shortcut around the large cement buildings, my pulse jumps into my throat, my heart beating faster and my palms beginning to sweat.
My fist tightens around my bag and I jerk my head over my shoulder, but again no one is there.
I clench my teeth together and speed walk around the last corner, cutting back into the main quad area, jerking to a stop when I see Trevor walking this way.
He’s yet to spot me, so I try to cut back the other way, but his head pops up before I can. His eyes narrow on my outfit before he forces a smile and starts jogging for me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, picking up my pace.
“Lon, wait up!”
“Can’t, sorry, running late!”
His footsteps grow nearer. “No, you’re not. I know your schedule, remember? Can’t lie to me, Lon.” He chuckles, but it’s fake. He’s pissed that he’s being dismissed. Good.
Pissed I’ve been ignoring him for weeks now, but my god, can a boy not take a hint?
“Okay, so how’s this… I don’t want to talk to you, Trevor. So, if you would, please kindly, fuck off.”
“Hooking up with some rich kids going to your head, I see.”