Page 5 of Glamour & Gumballs

Jordan snorted. “Everyone is aware that I’m only interested in men. There would be bloodshed if the Society sent me to play for a woman. Too many bastards wanted the chance to be here. You have to play, if just to keep the peace.”

“Just tell them to vote you out first,” I told Rhett.

Rhett leveled me with his glare. “Every male on the island knows I don’t want a mate.”

“But they also know you’re straight,” Jordan said. “There’s no way around playing. Stop bitching about it and get off the plane.” He opened the door and hit a button to lower a set of stairs, then put a hand on my lower back and started propelling me out.

The hand was ripped away almost as soon as it touched me.

“Don’t touch her. Do you want one of these bastards to kill you?” Rhett snarled.

I remembered seeing Rhett steady Molly with a hand on her arm in the first season. It couldn’t have been against the rules.

So why was he getting angry at Jordan for it?

“Alright, I’m going,” I tossed back, stepping out onto the stairs.

I made it to the bottom of them before I realized it was raining outside.

Shit.

When I tried to turn around, I found a massive, glowering Rhett behind me, blocking the path.

Jordan was behind him.

I wasn’t getting back on the plane.

All of my stuff was going to get wet.

The blanket and the spare clothes I had bargained for?

They would be useless, at least until the rain stopped.

“Keep going. The other guys will be arriving soon,” Jordan said. “Rhett, you should take to the sky and fly down with them.”

The look he gave Jordan said hell could freeze over and he still wouldn’t be flying with the other men.

I looked up at the sky, pleading with it to stop raining.

Thunder rumbled overhead, promising it had no plans to do what I wanted.

Dread tightened my abdomen.

Another plane flew overhead, and the other eleven contestants jumped out. I barely glanced at them as they flew down.

“Walk this way,” Jordan said.

I reluctantly shuffled a few feet in the direction he wanted me. My running shoes were already filling with sand. I had a pair of sandals in my backpack, for that reason.

At least they were waterproof.

All eleven of the other fae landed, most of them looking between me, Rhett, and Jordan as they tried to figure out what was going on.

At Jordan’s instruction, they lined up with Rhett on the beach.

The rain was growing heavier, but the fae bastards didn’t even seem to notice.

I looked over all of them, trying to forget the falling water and focus on the game I was about to be submerged in.

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