Page 43 of Marked By Night

Her mouth pops open and she sits there gaping like a fish for a moment before recovering. “You lucky bitch!” she says, smacking my shoulder. “I totally would have gone with them instead if it meant I got to be in their sinfully salacious sandwich!”

“Sandwich? More like Big Mac, babe.”

If her eyes get any bigger, they’re going to pop out of her head. “You mean all three of them? Including Mr. Tall, Dark, and Leather Jacket that showed up at the end?”

I snort at her accurate description of Elian, then nod.

“Jesus, Sadie! That’s one for each hole!”

Now it’s my turn to gape at her. “You did not say that.”

Oh, but she did. Her maniacal giggles confirm it. Have I also mentioned my bestie is a little crude?

“What? It’s true,” she says simply, like that explains everything.

Now all I can picture is the three of them in bed with me. Elian would take my ass because he’s an asshole, therefore it fits. Dante would take my pussy because he’s greedy and Kaos would take my mouth since he’s the nice guy of the bunch. Well, nice-ish guy. Something tells me there’s some steel underneath that watchful exterior.

“I still don’t believe it. I mean, they can’t mean all of them, right?” I scoff. “That’s like reverse harem book-worthy shit and my life is far from a fairy tale.”

She snorts. “Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you found out magic is real. You got the validation you’ve been searching for years about your extra abilities. Your life is most definitely turning into a fantasy novel.”

She’s not wrong though.

20

Dante

Sadie rattles off her address and I commit it to memory as I race over to the limo that Vinson pulled around for me. The windows look a little worse for wear but hopefully it holds until we can get back to the Estate, and behind Elian’s safety wards.

“C’mon man. We need to catch up with Sadie,” I tell my driver, encouraging him to go faster. Vinson is the best driver we have, and he’s an okay dude for a shifter.

The guys and I don’t hold the same prejudice against them as most of the Weavers, but we still need to keep up appearances lest we find ourselves missing a limb or two for disobeying the Elders. Although, with what we pulled to get out of the concert safely… and with their Elites after us, we may lose a limb after all.

Vinson complies, effortlessly sliding the huge limo onto the freeway. We get strange looks from other cars as we pass by them, but I don’t exactly care what they think. I can’t afford to spend the energy to cast an Illusion in case I need it for something else.

For a moment, I think we might get off scot-free, but that doesn’t happen. Fate is a fickle bitch sometimes. An SUV comes flying up behind us. Vinson is forced to slam on the gas pedal to avoid being rear-ended. The limo lurches, barely evading the bull bar adorning the front bumper. I curse, smacking the dash in my frustration.

Anger will get you nowhere, Dante.

Taking a deep breath to extinguish my ire, I use that frustration and channel it into magic. My hands heat as the fire rushes to them and I exhale. There’s nothing better, nothing more addicting than using my fire magic.

I roll down the window, tossing a few orbs out the side, casting an Illusion at the same time to disguise them as trash. I’d rather the humans think I’m littering than expose the entire magical community. That would most definitely get us killed.

Unfortunately, the SUV evades my fire, doubling down on their efforts to hit us. The one behind suddenly veers around the first and then they spread out. One swerves into the far lane and the other onto the shoulder. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out their plan.

“They’re going to run us off the road,” I warn.

Vinson slams on the breaks and the SUVs go sailing past us.

“Nice thinking,” I tell him, nodding my approval. He glances over at me and I flash him a daring smile.

Vinson hits the gas again and we race down the highway at breakneck speeds, giving me an adrenaline high. The Blazers make a U-turn in the median and make their way back toward us, spraying bullets and magic across the front windshield. When they reach us again, they go rocketing past us.

At least they didn’t hit us head-on.

Then I watch as they make another U-turn and start gaining on us again.

“They’re doubling back,” I say, trying to help be Vinson’s eyes.

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