Page 67 of Unhinged Magic
Frat boy’s demeanor faltered for a moment, before he collected himself again. “Fuck off, freak show.”
A smirk crept over my face as I zeroed in on frat boy, imagined my hands sinking into his scalp and glazing his vision until a permanent void filled them instead. A piece of me wanted toleave the guy permanently blind, and a delirious shiver wracked me at the thought.
In the wardrobe in the manor, I had hidden myself and Skye from the vampire’s sight with my magic. But here, I wanted to rid this piece of shit of his vision entirely.
As frat boy lost his sight, his hands slapped his sockets, pushing over them as if the movement could somehow bring it back.
I grinned as the girl’s attention flew between me and the clouded orbs of the predator in front of her, something in between gratitude and horror blowing them wide.
Glassy, ice-blue eyes landed on mine, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”
I stumbled closer, my fingers flicking into a running man gesture. “You’re welcome.”
Without another word she got my hint, hightailing it back into the bar, the door slamming shut behind her.
My feet edged sideways, my palm connecting with the wall as my vision blurred momentarily.
“Fucking jack,” I mumbled, pushing off the wall to right myself again.
I stumbled past the frat boy still furiously rubbing his eyes, one hand held out in front of him.
“What the fuck did you do to me, you freak!” He turned his head in every direction.
I should have left him. He deserved it. Instead, I took great pleasure in closing the gap between us, not bothering to quiet my footsteps. He couldn’t see me, anyway. Flying incognito had its perks. He jumped at least a foot at my voice so close to him. “Next time, when a lady says stop, I suggest you fucking listen.” Sliding passed him, I headed to the end of the back lane. I flicked my wrist, returning his sight, then disappeared into the night.
Skye
Twomonthshadpassedsince Wesley’s disappearance, dragging like one long, jaded breath. Some days I scared myself, unsure if I was awake or dreaming. Anger stirred within me, simmering beneath my skin. I wanted to hate him so badly. For almost killing Morgan. For fucking up the friendship he had with my brother. For leavingme.I was too afraid to mention his name to Scar, let alone Tyler.
I gripped my coffee mug tightly, the warmth of the hot chocolate inside warming my palms. I let out a narrow breath, coasting it over the top, watching it ripple as it cooled. A mind-numbing emptiness engulfed me, leaving nothing more than a bitter outside layer. An empty hollow. I didn’t know how to thaw the cold that had frozen my heart.
A light knock on the sliding door of my bedroom sounded, the glide as it opened pulling my attention.
“Hey.” Scar emerged from inside, all perfect makeup and cautious steps. “Mind if I sit?”
I shrugged, staring back out over the darkened ocean, tasting its salty residue in the air.
She lowered to the outdoor couch beside me, causing it to dip as she sank into it.
Silence bridged the space between us as we both stared out into the distance. It didn’t feel uncomfortable. More of an unspoken comfort. Minutes passed, until finally her voice broke the silence.
“Talk to me. You need to talk tosomeone,” she offered.
I had barely spoken in the last two months. Not unless spoken to first.
What would I say? I didn’t know whatthiswas.
“Have you heard from him?” she questioned.
I finally turned to her, where she eyed me under thick lashes.
“No.” I took a long drink from my mug, the warm liquid sliding down the back of my throat, warming my insides. “I don’t understand why he would do this.” Scar folded her legs beneath her, the shift of her weight making the couch dip. “He had to have a reason. He wouldn’t just throw away everything we had.”
She pulled in a long breath, letting it out slowly, as if allowing her time to respond. “How sure are you that he’s your fated mate?”
I steeled my gaze at her. “I know it.”
She quirked a brow. “One hundred percent certain?”
