33. I’m your entertainment
I’m your entertainment
KYRA
Scratching signals that Blaise is annotating my inconveniences as a herd of fays make their way over. Different emotions are sprawled over their features, and the males I’m most concerned about are lost behind a sea of impatient students. But the one I’m not makes decisive strides my way.
What does he want now?
“Your name’s Kyra, right?” A medium tall fay budges his way up front.
Sweeping, thick strands of chocolate hair cover his shoulders.
“By any chance, do you have an ability which allows you to see through clothes?” he asks, staring at my breasts.
If my attention was anywhere else, he does a damn good job of ensuring it isn’t now.
“The fuck, dude, no,” I say in disgust, covering my chest.
“Are you able to enlarge certain parts of your body?” Another male inquires, pushing the first one out the way. Or so I thought.
A hand wraps around the peeping tom’s neck, squeezing and yanking him back into the shadows. Good riddance. The little shit thought he’d get a free peak at my breasts. I hope whoever grabbed him… My thoughts cut off when I scale the arm up and find Ethan baring his teeth before vanishing. Fuuuuck .
“Hello, enlarge. Can you make things bigger?” he cries out again.
“Uhh–” Now a female jumps in front of him, short and cute, but eyes circling with wonder. Off to the side, I hear talks of writing my name so many times start circulating, pulling my attention. Gina and Paige are the front runners spreading this tidbit of knowledge.
“Do you have a heightened sense of smell?” the female asks, tilting forward and taking a good whiff. “By the Gods you smell amazing.”
“No, I don’t.” Leaning back, I frown.
“Yes, you do.” She sniffs again.
“I mean no, I don’t have heightened senses…And stop sniffing me.”
More bodies and their conversations draw near, and I hear my name and ‘seven’ being repeated. The sum of how many signatures I wrote. “What does it mean that she wrote her name seven times?” someone asks, not even trying to whisper.
“It means she’s a whore attempting to have more than one eternal. Or the Gods didn’t accept her as fay, so they removed her name from the pages.” Gina points, like her manicured finger is placing a hex. “Be careful, she’ll come after your fay next.” This bitch. No, she didn’t.
“Hot hands! Do you have hot hands!” Another male pushes forward and slams his palms on the table.
Caught off guard by his excited and panicked expression, I damn near choke on a laugh. “I don’t know, maybe. But I’ve had them before signing my name,” I respond, thinking back on the many times my palms heated. Just when it seems like a viable option, his hands catch fire, and a yelp cries out.
“Fuck! Not again.” He takes off towards the exit, setting a few shirts aflame. Nope, mine don’t do that.
“Blaise!” I catch him sneaking away. “Where are you going?” I stand, my heels slapping against the white marble floor. “We’re not finished with our conversation.”
“You have visitors I’d rather not associate with.
Remember our deal,” he says, flaunting a mischievous grin.
I turn, discovering Marcel, Alex, Caspian, and Russ bounding my way.
A line drawn between ecstatic and concern has me nibbling on my lip with anticipation whilst ignoring the arrival of others.
Sure, what woman wouldn’t desire a group of fays who are Magnetic…Intimidating…Newfangled…Exquisite and displaying some signs of interest.
It just so happens most, if not all, are taken. Though Raine and Blaise I suspect are single, and Marcel–his attitude wouldn’t be able to sustain a woman. Handsome features can only get one so far.
“Move!” Marcel’s booming tone carries, and everyone parts as though he is a reincarnation of Moses.
He reaches me first, presenting a scowl, then Alex, Russ, and Caspian follow him. My breasts lift from the fold of my arms, and every last one of them glances down, if but for a mere second, and I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Do better guys.” Smirking after seeing their brows scrunch, I stand firm against multiple auras pressing in. I use mine to keep theirs at bay.
I want nothing but to enjoy this moment filled with females gawking yet being ignored by those they are crushing on.
Okay, maybe just Gina, Paige, and Tish who is now huddled up behind them.
Petty? Maybe, but those three have called me every name under the damn sun, and more.
I have thick skin, but nothing is wrong with a little payback.
“What did we all witness?” Alex asks, copying my folded arms. Creases stretch along his forehead, hooding those beautiful gray eyes in shadow.
“Are we talking about the dance or…”
“The Book of Bonds , Kyra. Despite my many queries about your time with Blaise, you know our take on requiring explanations.” His head tilts sideways, and mine mimics with raised brows.
He and I don’t ask questions, we offer information, so this look I’m giving him begs to know when this all changed .
Besides, if anyone has knowledge about what happened, Blaise escaped before this group of investigators arrived.
“And this book is within those justified parameters?” I hope my smile comes off as playful.
Alex and Russ shift right of Marcel, and Caspian bounds left of him, creating a half circle in front of my table while acting as a muscular bodied shield.
“Yes, Kyra. Never in fays’ history has anyone written their name more than once.” Is it me, or does the way he enunciates my name give off possession?
“It could’ve been–” I start, but Caspian chimes in.
“Before you say it, yes, accidents are included in not happening within our history of signing. The Gods do not make mistakes about eternal bonds.”
Why is his smile so damn contagious? Rows of pristine teeth bite into his bottom lip, which has heat building around my neck.
The only other smile rivaling his…and there it is, Russ’s dimples force my cheeks to lift even higher.
I suspect these males are well aware of their charming natures, using them as weapons against me.
Raw energy surges through my veins. A recognizable drive from when the Book of Bonds presented itself. My emotions, which were held together with a not so pretty bow, are now released and pinging around my chest. Similar to being inside Caspian’s classroom.
“This is no joking matter, Kyra.” Marcel’s subtle voice might as well have been a shout because mine fades upon hearing it. “Do you not understand what everyone here is thinking?”
“No, I don’t. I can’t read minds, Marcel.
Can you?” He remains quiet, but something in my response hardens the indentation between his eyebrows.
“And for one, I don’t appreciate this little show you four are putting on.
They might be questioning what happened, but y’all aren’t helping with the situation. ”
“Y’all, isn’t a real word, Kyra,” Alex speaks.
“What?”
“Y’all. ”
“Seriously? We’re doing this now?” I huff. “It’s slang–short for ‘you all.’” My lingo bothered him once before, during training when I said, “my bad,” and I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get him to understand it means ‘I’m sorry.’ Fail. “Furthermore, why am I being pressed?”
“Kitten–”
“Nope, don’t you start. You’re not ‘kittening’ your way out of this, so stop being adorable.
Answer me, why is it important to do this here and now?
” While this is not the expectation I had when they walked over, seeing those behind them stare and wait for my response, I think maybe I should be taking it seriously.
“Move, move, move, hey cutie, move.” It’s impossible to see her, but the call of her grueling tone is unmistakable.
Angie shoves through the crowd with Ashlyn and Alise hot behind her.
Flutters of black and white, pink and fiery red hair confirm my suspicion.
“Step aside, now.” She throws an elbow into Alex’s ribs and another into Russ’s.
My smile returns watching her handle them.
“Excuse us,” Alise speaks, shimmying her way past Caspian and making a hole for her and Ashlyn. Night and day. She is beyond sweet, and I love that for her, but how did she and Angie become friends?
“An unsolved mystery,” I vocalize, and they all turn to me. My inner thoughts trickle out at the worst times, so I press my lips together and find comfort staring at anything else besides them.
“Angie what–” Russ attempts, but she shoots up a hand, ceasing his words.
“You and you know better.” She gestures towards him and Alex. “We can’t discern what happened, but now’s not the time for tripping.”
I snort, keeping my gaze locked on the D.J. who is setting up more equipment, knowing she meant either, your tripping or stop tripping, but this is better.
She faces me and asks, “Did I use it appropriately,” and I nod, not daring to correct my friend while she is in defense mode. “Marcel…” her head snaps to him as she places both hands on her hips. “Yell at Kyra one more time, and you’ll find I’m less tolerable than Cas.”
The battle of looking away ends when my eyes swivel to him after her response, slack jawed and all.
Oh my God, no she didn’t. He attempts to rebut, but she cuts him off before he can speak.
“Nope, you’ve done enough talking. And Cas, I don’t know why you’re smiling, you too know better.
It’ll be a shame if House Earth loses both their Leader and second in command. ”
I slap a hand over my mouth. Wherever my guardian angel is, she isn’t here–once again. God, we’ve been here before. Me asking for help steadying my laughter. Angie’s on a warpath, and I fear she might be worse than Blaise.
Despite her attitude towards them, neither dare to say anything more. Instead Marcel has a pouty disposition–Alex is sulking–Russ is in blithesome reflection–and Caspian is wearing an intrigued expression. She doesn’t play about her friends, and now they know.
Go off Angie, I’m here for it.