Page 35 of The Devil's Chaos

“Oh, and wear a mask. It’s a ‘fuck you’ homage to The Brotherhood and their Hunt,” she told me, bitterness still very evident in her tone.

“I don’t know if I have any masks to wear.”

“What about that white one you wore last Halloween when you were an angel?

“The one with the feathers and glitter?”

“Yes! Wear that hot little white number with it.”

“Olivia, are you sure it’s that kind of party?” I asked nervously. That outfit left little to the imagination.

“Hell, yes. Are you kidding me? The less clothing, the better.”

After a grueling forty-five minutes, my long hair was transformed into loose, tousled curls, half of it haphazardly pinned up while the rest cascaded down my back. My emerald eyes smoldered with intensity, framed by thick black eyelashes and dramatic winged eyeliner. Ethereal highlighter danced across my forehead and cheekbones, casting an otherworldly glow on my already-radiant skin. A shimmery lotion left a trail of glitter in its wake, giving my bare skin a radiant luster that seemed to glow. Thelittle white numberthat Olivia mentioned was a stunning white glittery bodysuit adorned with ethereal feathers that sprouted from the bodice and draped over my shoulders like angelic wings. I slipped my feet into crystal-studded stilettos and laced up the satin ribbons around my calves, tying them into tight bows just below my knees. Finally, I grabbed a sleek, white clutch, secured my phone inside, and rode the elevator down to the parking garage, where I waited for Olivia.

She screeched to a halt in her silver Lexus, the roar of the engine vibrating through my bones. With a wild grin, Olivia bounded out of the car and slammed into me with an excited hug.

"Holy fucking shit, Haven. You look like some divine creature. I can't even handle it," she exclaimed, practically bouncing with energy. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, grateful for her unwavering support.

"Thanks," I replied modestly, taking in her outfit—a hot pink corset adorned with a matching mask that perfectly complemented her bleach-blonde hair. "And look who's talking! You're like a sexy Barbie straight out of an X-rated movie," I teased her.

Her eyes lit up at my compliment, and she squeezed my hand before getting back into the driver’s seat, revving the engine, and peeling out of the parking garage in a cloud of smoke and burning rubber.

18

EIGHTEEN

KAI

“You’re leaving again,” Maddie whined, following me through the manor's halls. “Where are you going?”

“It’s none of your business,” I said flatly, rolling my sleeves over my tattooed forearms.

“But I’m your Chosen. I beat out the other girls. I thought you were supposed fuck me in celebration.”

“Already got that T-shirt.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means I’m not interested in that sloppiness.”

“You motherfucker. I hate you.”

“Join the club.”

A glass vase whipped past my head and shattered against the wall. “That’s fine. I’m not waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass. I am a Chosen. I deserve to be treated like a fucking queen. Maybe I’ll go see if Archer wants company tonight.”

“Good luck with that,” I chuckled darkly.

“You don’t think I could have Archer if I wanted.”

I turned around to face her, walking her back against the wall. “I think Archer is going to throw you out on your ass, and that’s only ifhisChosen doesn’t stab you first.”

“That bitch Mila can’t hold a candle to me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. That ‘bitch’ Mila is probably sucking Archer’s cock at this very moment. And when she’s done, Archer will worship her like the queen she is to him. She’s the whole goddamn package. But don’t take my word for it. Go and find out for yourself if you don’t care for the land of the living.”

“Maybe I will,” she sneered.

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