Page 118 of Boys Who Taint

I curl myself into Grey’s body, and he wraps his arms around my neck as we sway to the music, slowly losing ourselves to the moment. My friends are having the time of their lives, and no one is bothered by the fact that it’s a Phantom-run party. I’m glad Ivy left Silas at the Skull and Serpent Society to seethe by himself. I have enough on my mind to worry about without Silas trying to kill everyone, because that would definitely start a murder chain we have to explain to the cops, or worse … our parents.

“I love dancing like this with you,” Grey whispers in my ear, breaking my chain of thought. He presses a sweet kiss to my neck, and a stupid grin forms on my face because I feel so goddamn good about myself when he’s all over me like that.

I turn around and wrap my arms around him, kissing him because I can, because it feels good, because he is mine and I am his, and I don’t need any other reason to kiss this man.

His lips are sweet and tantalizing and so incredibly gentle with me, it’s out of this world, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve him.

When our lips unravel, I smile. “I’m gonna go grab us some drinks. Have a preference?”

“Rum and Coke, if they have it,” he replies.

I nod and peck him on the cheek before leaving him on the dance floor with Ivy and Océane.

I make my way to the drinks table through the crowd and take a much-needed breather. The night may have started badly with having to face Levi, but it doesn’t mean the rest of the party is ruined. And I’m glad he disappeared out of my sight so I don’t have to worry about accidentally causing my own murder chain.

I grab some cups and fill them with drinks. There’s rum and Coke, and I mix it all up, hoping Grey will like it. But when I pick them up, my eyes find a masked individual in the back of the room with a hoodie on, staring right at me with bright red eyes.

It’s him.

The cups immediately drop to the floor.

Shit!

I pick them up and step out of the liquids, but when I look up again, the masked man is nowhere to be seen.

How did he so easily disappear into the crowd?

“What’s wrong?” Orion, Apollo’s half brother, approaches and grabs some new cups for me, filling them up. “What did you see?”

“Uh …” I swallow away the lump in my throat. “Nothing. I’m just frazzled because of all the masks, that’s all.”

He tucks his long blond hair behind his ear. “Seeing ghosts?”

All the blood drains from my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He hands me the cups. “I meant, if you saw someone you recognized.”

“Oh … um, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m doing here, to be honest.”

“What?” He frowns. “Then why are you here if you don’t want to be?”

I roll my eyes. “Apollo basically forced me to.”

“Apollo?” He narrows his eyes. “Interesting.”

Shit. I may have said too much.

I take a sip of my drink, which is so goddamn alcoholic I nearly choke. “Jesus.”

“Sorry, I like my drinks with a little bit of zest to them. Want me to redo it?”

“No, it’s fine. Thanks.”

I walk away before he continues his interrogation, but I still feel off.

That guy who was watching me through the crowd … was definitely my Ghost.

And he’s definitely here for me.

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