Page 40 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“You good?” Raine studies me a little too closely.

“Fine.” I stare out at the dance floor, jealousy burning through me as I watch all the people dancing without a care in the world.

I’ve never had that.

I’ve never been able to truly let go and be free.

“Can we dance?” I blurt, expecting the three of them to gawk at me like I’ve grown a second head.

I should have known better.

Tally grabs my hand and grins. “Let’s go,” she says, tugging me through the crowd.

The alcohol courses through my veins, making me all warm and a little fuzzy headed. But I like it. Besides, the girls will look out for me, I know they will.

They all start moving to the music, sexy and seductive. The way I’ve seen them do before. It isn’t me though, it never has been.

But I wish it was.

I wish I didn’t care what people thought about me or the scars marring my skin.

I wish I had whatever it is that makes them so desirable.

Confidence. Beauty. The determination to go after what they want.

The power to keep it.

I’m not that girl though.

I’m not the girl worth fighting for.

But maybe for tonight, I can pretend.

I can be somebody else.

Maybe tonight, I can be just like Tally or Liv or Raine.

Maybe.

“Maybe you should slow down,” Liv suggests as I sip drink number… Crap, I lost count about an hour ago.

But I feel good, so good.

Everything feels warm and fuzzy and great.

“I love you, Olivia. You’re a good friend.” I fall against her, hugging her tight.

“And you make a cute lush, but I think you should switch to water,” she admonishes.

But I’m too happy to care.

Or listen.

“Let her have this,” Raine says. “It’s one night. She can sleep off her hangover tomorrow and go back to moping.”

“Moping? You think I’ve been— Ooh, shots.” I grab the arm of the waitress passing by with a tray of Jäger bombs.

“Oh no, you’ve definitely had enough of the hard stuff,” Tally adds. “We’re good thanks.”

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