32. Destiny, count your days
Destiny, count your days
KYRA
The lights flick on, and everyone’s attention is on me.
Stares judge with silent hatred as an eruption of loud claps sound around the building.
Cheers and curses call from every direction.
I frown, peering over the many heads rushing onto the floor, and notice all House Leaders standing.
Their curious leers take me in, along with those occupying their booths.
Including Ethan.
Gina rushes towards him, mouthing “whore” as she attempts to sway his attention. But I’m not bothered, and based on Ethan’s stern focus and rigid frame, he isn’t either.
Questions about our dance arise from students surrounding me. Male fays inquire if they can be next, whilst females ask about Blaise. The one they’ll be forced to forget after today. It’s insane. Most of these fays I’ve never met or spoken with, but now I’m the center of their focus.
Angie moves mountains to reach me, pushing everyone aside as her small frame dissects the crowd.
“Look at you, Ms. Fuck Me On The Dance Floor. That was hot.” Her excitement tugs a chuckle out of me, and I welcome her hug.
“I don’t know what happened.” Pulling back, I continue, “One minute we’re having a normal dance, and the next…” I gather my thoughts and observe the area. “Did you see where he went?”
She steps aside, pointing towards the table where Caspian, Marcel, and Raine still reside. All gaze with dissimilar expressions. I give Angie a nod and head towards my impending doom as Blaise sits with them, unbothered, and writes like nothing happened.
The D.J. announces he is taking a break, and those behind me “boo” with annoyance. Great. I hear cheers turn into name calling. Angie follows, deflecting new incomers until one of them falls upon their knees with confessions of–
“Kyra, a Goddess amongst us peasants and my future eternal. Allow me to bed you with a night of unrelenting passion,” a male pleads, clutching his hands in prayer.
“No, she and I are destined,” says another, falling beside him. “Can’t you hear our hearts–”
“Angie, what’s happening?” Stepping back, I loop my arm around hers. Once again, cult-ish vibes. Soon after, two more males and a female take a knee, confessing their false yearning.
“Kyra–”
“Kyra–”
Like a pack of horny and untamed beasts, more and more, kneel.
“Okay, enough!” Angie snaps, flicking her wrist, and everyone around us freezes.
Some are caught mid-sentence while others are in the action of falling.
“Yeah, they have the sweets for you, girl. Watching you gyrate against Blaise must have enticed their desires. Not to mention they’ve signed their names in the book.
I’d hate to be you right now, but then again–” She smiles. “Can you say no to all this attention?”
I scoff. “Have at it.” Shaking my head, I walk away, using this time to escape. Though I’m surprised she used magic here. Then again, who could stop my untamed friend ?
“By the way, I’ll meet you at your place later. We need to talk.”
I turn and smile in agreement, then approach my table. Good, because I have more questions needing answers. Voices behind me signal they’re unfrozen, but I’m beyond their reach now, staring Marcel in his eyes. A difficult feat since a few auras are pressing in on me. All distinguishable.
With a deep breath, I’m able to pinpoint each one. Despite this insane pressure, I take pride in knowing who is who. Oddly.
Russ’s aura flows with a sensation of warm water–embracing, and Alex’s feels like a heavy blanket–protective.
Caspian’s aura does this massage and humming thing–therapeutic, and Raine’s is more of a comforting sensation now that I’m feeling it in full–companion.
Blaise’s gives off popping bubbles–tickling, while Marcel’s gives these little jabs–pressure.
Then there is Ethan’s, which feels a lot like it’s trying to smother, choke, stab, or slice me open–haunting, depending on the day and mood he is in.
“I’ll say this once,” Marcel starts, leaning forward and keeping our space private. “Get. It. Together. Tish will either kill you, or you’ll be removed from my lectures. There’s only so much I can do in regard to keeping the Elders off your ass. Figure it out,” he finishes, strolling off.
I’m less bothered he actually waited until after my dance to address this and more concerned it’s something that needed addressing.
How the fuck is this fair? Other students lose matches and fall behind every day, yet I’m teetering on being booted from his lectures? This can’t be the ‘Destiny’ Blaise spoke of. *Sigh* Watching him storm off, I roll my eyes before I see another step into view.
“Let me be the first to say, wow.” Raine smiles, already brightening my mood after Marcel left it heading down a darkened path. “Who knew the one who couldn’t read a map would have an entire room begging for her attention.” He releases a contagious chuckle, and my grin widens .
“I have my strengths, but I can’t take all the credit. And it doesn’t require a map for dancing, smart ass.” Smiling, I maneuver around him and greet Caspian’s gaze with caution. Light glosses over the teal hues matching my cheeks, which against my will, are turning redder by the second.
He gives a smirk, and I drink up the aura he presents. Its chamomile nature does what it does best, calm, as I take a seat beside Blaise, who is nose deep into his writing.
A sensation flows over my arms, and I gaze right, knowing the feel of warm water. I find Russ holding me hostage within his assessment. His dimples are on full display. Cutie.
Caspian clears his throat and follows up with a snicker, drawing my side-eye. “Something funny?” I grin.
“Not at all. You seem happier now,” he responds, glancing over to where Russ sits. “ Everyone appears happier now.”
“So it seems.” Rotating, he peers over his shoulder to gaze at Alex. He reclaimed his seat, continuing a conversation with the female flirtatiously smiling at him. She has some kind of hold on him. Like they’re more than friends–perhaps lovers–preferably exes.
“Had the D.J. not taken a break–” Raine places both hands on the table, leaning forward and gazing down beneath loose, black and silvery strands falling over his eyes. “The male beside you would be nothing more than a memory.” His confidence raises a brow and piques my interest.
Blaise on the other hand scoffs his objection, forcing a giggle out of me.
“Do the two of you mind?” Looking away from his book, Blaise addresses Caspian and Raine. “There’s something Kyra and I need to discuss.”
“By all means, I was planning on heading back. Tonight’s been entertaining, but I have a mission in the morning, right, House Leader?
” Raine announces, straightening his posture.
“As always, I’ll text you, and if you’re available upon my return, a celebratory date?
” I ignore both death glares from Caspian and Blaise .
“My answer remains the same from the last four times you asked,” I chuckle. His confidence is growing on me by the day. It’s adorable.
“I know, I know. There’s something you need to take care of first. You don’t have time for little fays–so you keep telling me. But you know my response.” He grins, and I mimic, holding on to it while watching him wave me off as he steps into the crowd of waiting bodies.
Our beloved D.J. returns with promises of music.
Partners, friends, and as they put it, thrust buddies all gather and wait.
I’m at least thankful most of them moved on from discussing what happened earlier, and Caspian voices he will be around a little longer, leaving the two of us alone for whatever Blaise needs to discuss.
Ethan is here somewhere in the shadows, and I feel his aura taunting me with murder. Asshole. After destroying Ares’s temple, we snuck out again the following day. My dumb ass thought there was a truce between us, or at the bare minimum, his hatred for me had trickled down to dislike. Wrong.
Whatever he saw the night we fought had been enough for a temporary…consideration. Ares’s temple proved as such. We tried using magic to rebuild it, but from Ethan’s words of wisdom, I’m too weak. Needless to say, we got into it after I called him a bitchy asshole and told him to fuck off.
He tried killing me again, but a dagger through his arm hindered the process. Bottom line, fuck him.
“Kyra,” Blaise voices, bringing me back from memory lane. Music blares around us, and I smile, witnessing what they consider dancing before turning towards him.
“Yes.”
“Tell me, did I upset you?” he asks, closing his book.
“No, upset is far from what I’m feeling.” A burn spreads around my cheeks, thinking about our dance. The visions, his touch, how his crystal eyes held me more than his arms, all of it. “But why that song?” It’s one of many inquiries plaguing my thoughts .
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll answer any questions you have, but only after tonight. Sound fair?”
“Nope, you tricked me last time with your–”
“Here.” He slides over another leathery, brown book. “Take this with you. My number is written on the first page. If you can remember me in the morning, everything scribed on the second page will become available.”
“Nice try, but we’ve done this already. The ink vanishes as soon as it’s opened.”
“See for yourself.” He cuts a daring gaze down then back up, twitching his lips into a smirk.
My fingers stroke over the cover, noting a textured feel, and I open it to prove my point.
Sure enough, like last time, his penmanship stares back.
Beautiful numbers in black ink. I wait for their vanishing moment.
Second after second passes, but nothing changes.
Turning the page, I see it’s filled from top to bottom with perfect structure.
There are even lines of words I’m able to read.
December 02
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