Page 41 of Dance With A Devil
Karter: Already gone. Don’t wait up.
Dash: New phone. Who the fuck is this?
Onyx: I’d offer, but I’m otherwise occupied…with someone’s daughter.
Fred: Wow. Just raw dogged abandonment. You all deserve to choke.
Athens: I’ll pick her up.
Me: …The fuck? How did you get in this thread?
Fred: No complaints here. I’ll be down in five. Just gotta toss a knife in my purse since Wells likes to stab when no one’s looking.
Wells: You should be more worried when Iamlooking.
Me: Athens. Answer the question.
Karter: I added her. You’re welcome.
Me: Makes no sense for either of you to drive. I’ll wait.
Athens: That’s cute, but we’re good. Us girls need some… alone time.
Fred: Oh fuck. I’m in danger.
Athens: You’ll live. Probably.
Wells: Bold of you to assume that, considering she slept with your…
Me: Don’t finish that sentence, Wells. Athens, I’m dropping you the location. See you both there.
Athens: Bye, Devils ??
She’s going to be the death of me.
The club is already a war zone of lust and sweat by the time we walk through the doors.
Bass punches through the walls like a heartbeat gone rabid. Bodies grind under strobe lights that flicker like warning sirens, casting everyone in snapshots of sin. Skin on skin, mouths on necks, desperation bleeding through the fog.
We walk in masked, Devils in the flesh. Not for business tonight. But to remind them. Who we are. What we own.
The masks sit just above our mouths, sculpted shadows that conceal identity but amplify the power beneath. Our signature style. Black. Steel. Minimal. Menacing.
A new song hits, “CRZY” by Kehlani, and the floor explodes. A track for the reckless, for the ones who've already lost it or want to.
Fitting. Because if anything happens to Athens, Iwilllose my mind. And when I lose it,people bleed.
Bash is too quiet lately. Which means he’s planning. Which means I’ll kill him soon. But not tonight.
Tonight is ours.
Classes are behind us. Grades are solid. Our enemies are silent, for now.
I weave through the crowd, hearing fragments of desire cut through the music.
“Did you see the two fucking goddesses who just walked in?” “I’d pay to tear those clothes off.”
I follow their gaze, and time halts.
