Page 50 of The Blood Widow

“Onward, you giant.”

I glared at her but did as she asked.

My window wasn’t super high from the ground, but the chair made it easier to crawl through it. I got up, put my hand over Beaut to keep her from falling, and crawled slowly.

Beaut gripped my ear, and I groaned from the pain. Her sharp little nails were in my flesh. I could smell my blood. Within seconds, we appeared in my new home, in one of the kitchen cupboards. If I had kept going without looking, we would have fallen. Thankfully, the portal expanded to accommodate whatever was going through so the furniture didn’t destroy the kitchen.

“Your silly butthole magic doesn’t make sense sometimes,” Beaut said, as she let go of her death grip on my ear.

Cole held out a hand for me. A red bump on his forehead told me he wasn’t as lucky.

“Is there a way to control your portal? This is a little ridiculous.”

I took his hand and climbed out. Followed by a harem of brownies.

“I have no idea. It’s not like I can do research about it. There isn’t much information about pocket portal magic out there, and if I go searching too hard, I could be arrested.”

Cole grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. He knew what I had better than I did since he insisted on buying me groceries earlier in the day.

“Arresting someone because they have a rare magic is such a stupid law,” he hissed out when the cold hit his skin. Supernaturals might heal quickly, but it still took time.

“Yeah, those ruling families fucking suck saggy labia flaps,” Beaut said.

The image made my nose wrinkle. My stomach dropped as I glanced at Ezra sprawled out on the couch. His body was tight, but he didn’t look mad. His face was more resigned like he knew she was right. There was an awkward silence before Beaut broke it.

“This place is better than the last one. Whoever owns that place is a butt-licker. Bet they give classes on how to be a slumlord.” Beaut didn’t put much venom in her words. She just wanted the awkwardness to stop, it was obvious when she threw something at my head. Her men opened another cupboard in search of food.

I took pity on her and walked away. I had to put my bag up anyway. Her death grip on my ear loosened.

She was right, though. My old place was a small apartment that had stains on the walls and carpet, in a bad part of town. My new place was a house on the better side with pristine white walls and fluffy grey carpet. It also had electric fencing and a security system that would make any techie cream their pants. Cole designed it himself when we first started hanging out. He wanted me to move here, but I told him this house was for emergencies.

When you walked in the front door and not a cupboard, the white and gray kitchen was to your left, and the living room to your right. The rectangular dining table and six chairs were all black, making them stand out. Cole made the woman that took care of the house put flowers on the table. They were a cheerful yellow in a clear vase and brought a splash of color that was needed. He insisted that it would make the place feel like a home. I agreed.

The living room was almost bare. I hated clutter. The only furniture I had in there was a black couch with gray side tables on either side, black lamps and a large TV already mounted on the wall. The guys worked fast. Yellow and turquoise throw pillows and squiggly abstract art hanging behind the couch were the only color in the living room. I had no idea where they came from, so it was probably Beaut. Despite the general emptiness, the place was comfortable.

All the bedrooms were furnished with beds and dressers, my dresser was obviously in the main one.

“Alright, so you have your message rock, right?” Cole said while he followed me to my room.

I patted my bag. “Yep, I’m going to put it in my bedroom window right now.”

I walked to the large room, put the pink crystal on the windowsill and a small wooden basket on the ground below it. I sighed at the last part of my moving-in process being finished. I could set up my bathroom later. I dropped my bag on the ground and flopped onto my new bed. The soft cushions and silky covers Beaut got me cradled my body like a soothing hug. I wasn’t sure who put them on, but everyone had made this move go so smoothly. It was one less thing I had to stress over.

With a little more color, it’d be perfect.

“Miss saggy butthole, what are you doing in bed? Let’s watch a movie or something.”

I wrapped my arms around Beaut for a hug. Knowing she’d hate it, I made sure to hold her in place. I even made kissing noises when she shrieked. “I’d love to watch a movie with you Beaut-y.”

“Aaah! Let me go, you wench! No movies for you.” Her screams were muffled. I shook slightly for good measure. The little turd was becoming a good friend.

Something hit my cheek. I turned to see what it was. One of her mates stood inches from my face with his arms crossed.

“Let go of my woman.” His voice was so deep that I almost burst out laughing.

The shock value worked, I let her go. Her green hair was sticking up every which way and her eyes were wild. Her face was harder than normal as she glared at me.

“That was rude, saggy tits. I might have to pee in your cheerios.” She threw up her arms and stomped away, not before stomping on my nipple, making me jerk from the sharp pain. The little fucker.

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