Page 104 of House of Mages and Raven

Shit was coming my way. Silas and Louis would sit on their hands as well. They wanted to see if I could handle myself. If I couldn’t, they’d lose respect for me, even though they definitelywanted to fuck me.Well, no worries, gentlemen.I was good at taking out the trash.

“Who are you?” Grace demanded.

I smirked. “Who wants to know?”

“I’ve never seen you on campus before,” she said in a condescending tone.

“Just another gold digger who won’t last long.” Jinx, the traitor, snickered.

Grace smiled, enjoying seeing me humiliated in front of the heirs.

“Honey,” I said to Jinx, “you’re even dumber than you look. I’m a diamond digger, two levels up from a gold digger.” I turned my predatory gaze to Grace. “What’s your membership level, sweetheart? If you want me to take a guess, I’ll bite. You’re somewhere between a silver and a bronze. Am I right?” I shook my head. “You definitely aren’t a gold member. You wouldn’t be so bitter about others reaching gold status otherwise.”

The princess’s minions gasped. Silas snickered. He didn’t like Killian or any of his cronies.

Grace’s face turned beet red, but she stood her ground. “You haven’t the slightest idea of how things work here, do you?” She gave me a distasteful once-over. “This is a high-class society that requires a proper dress code. A low-class hooker isn’t welcome.”

Rowan’s nostrils flared, his eyes on fire, but before he could lash out at Grace, I brushed my fingers over his, demanding he leash his temper and let me fight my own battle.

I gave Grace’s chest a mocking look, then dipped my gaze to my full bosom, my smile broadening. “Then I’m in the right place. It appears that I’m better dressed than you, since my dress is magical.” I swayed my hips, and my gown changed to radiant crimson, outshining the demoness’s red gown.

Awed gasps rippled across the VIP platform at my display of extravagant magic. There weren’t just heirs here, as they’d invited their own elite circle of friends and allies.

“Let me tell you about style, cupcake.” I winked at Grace. “Your tailored gown might be super expensive, but it’s so yesterday. Who still dresses like a grandma in this new age?”

They said that old money usually dressed conservatively, but I didn’t give two shits about their status, which was but chains. Fashion was a choice and a statement, and I made a bold one, though it was less daring than my usual two-pieces.

I shook my boobs, and my gown returned to its former deep blue, hugging me like flowing moonlight, as everyone could see that it was made of pure magic—magic that I’d discovered in me.

“I wear red better than you,” I lectured Grace, “and red is out of season. You gotta adapt, as the world changes so fucking fast. If you don’t catch up with the current trend, you’ll be left in the dust. Life waits for no one, cupcake.”

“How dare you talk to me like that, you vulgar nobody,” Grace hissed, her face reddening. “Do you know who I am?”

“Who are you, ugly?” I asked, my voice carrying over the entire rooftop. Snickers and shocked gasps mixed in the crowd. Everyone was watching us, and the music ceased to play. “At a first glance, I thought you were Ugly Barbie.”

It was an excellent strategy to call Barbie ugly to drag her copy down and through the mud.

“Barbie isn’t ugly,” Louis objected.

“Barbie is arresting in my book,” Silas agreed, then scowled at Louis.

“You’re both short with small boobs.” I ignored their protests and fixed on Grace. “But then I realized that you aren’t Ugly Barbie but her pale copy. At least Barbie’s more interesting with her dual-toned eyes. Now, I don’t get it. Why did you copy UglyBarbie when you could’ve copied me? Look at me, cupcake. I gotta tell ya, you targeted the wrong chick.”

Everyone stared at me incredulously.

“You! Pay respect!” Bellona shouted from the foot of the stairs. She wasn’t allowed in the VIP section, and a few underdogs echoed her sentiment to support their new leader. “You’re addressing Princess Grace of the House of the Underworld!”

“Respect what, you bunch of sheep shit who call yourself underdogs?” I laughed. “You’re bad jokes. Ugly Barbie was naïve to fight for worthless turncoats like you lot, since you aren’t worthy to lick her unwashed bottom.”

“Eww!” Protests rose and fall through the crowd.

Luckily, Barbie was slumbering, or she’d have snarled at me for sharing that piece of information.

Grace’s minions shouted their insults at me, ready to jump on me as one.

“Fuck off, Grace,” Rowan barked, having had enough. “This area is for the heirs, and you aren’t an heir. None of us invited you here. Take your leave and drag your stupid groupies with you, or you won’t like it when I punish all of you for insulting my girl.”

Grace gave the fae heir an incredulous, wounded look—she just couldn’t believe that I could be more popular than her in the heirs’ eyes. My lover gave her a hostile stare, ready to implement his threat if she didn’t get out of his sight in the next few seconds. Should a male come to challenge me like that, my Rowan would have punched his teeth out. Grace turned to bat her golden eyelashes at the other princes, but Silas and Louis only stared back at her blankly.

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