Page 70 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
THAT. LITTLE. SHIT.
I literally growled as I slid forward on my ass. Then I leaned sideways holding my abs tight as I tried to scoop up the wand from the floor. I ended up falling on top of it.
Grayson Mars is a rotted penis,I repeated internally as I rolled onto my side and snatched the wand up.
I basically had to face plant in order to get to the parchment and ink. I used my chin to slide the paper down across the floor, within reach of my stupid claw arms. Then dipping the quill? It took five tries. Five fucking tries and on the fifth I ended up spilling ink all across the floor.
Fuck it. He can pay the damage deposit,I thought, dipping my quill in the spilled ink. I didn’t give two shits if this floor was stained black forever. I splayed out on my stomach and had to use my abs to hold myself up as my tiny baby hands tried not to tremble from the weight of a quill that felt as heavy as a freaking CrossFit tournament monster truck tire.
Just as I was about to start writing, I heard loud guffaws. I turned to see the rest of my crew peering around the stairs, crouched like naughty preschoolers spying on their parents. “I willendyou!” I hurled eye daggers at Gray.
The laughter just grew.
Fury boiled over inside. I fought to restrain it at first. Then I decided what the hell? And I unleashed a massive shadow toward the stairwell. Those assholes wanted a show. But they weren’t gonna get one.
I tuned out their complaints at instant blindness, a small smile curving up my cheeks. It wasn’t even close to what they deserved. But it would do … for now. I blew out a breath and called on all the focus I could muster. I started the spell, but quickly realized it was harder than I thought. Soon, I was struggling desperately not to let the wand shake in my hand as my abs started to tremble. My arms burned from the strain of holding up the wand. I breathed out with every stroke I wrote, trying to ensure I didn’t make a single mistake. It felt like years passed, maybe decades, but finally, finally I was done.
The parchment burnt up into a crisp and my arms tingled as soft, lavender magic sparkles sunk into them.
My shadow magic lifted from the stairs as relief swelled inside my chest.
As soon as they saw my arms start to grow, the cowards on the stairs booked it.
But there was nowhere for them to hide. A vindictive smile crossed my face as I cracked my full-sized knuckles. I glanced over to see Evan watching me, admiration in his glance. “You work damn well under pressure. So, what are you going to do?”
“Just wait.”
I leaned back over the parchment and wrote out a spell to punish Mr. Mars for all his wrongdoing. He thought today was bad? It would be nothing compared to his tomorrow.
* * *
I took a nice long shower,until I was certain there was no hot water left for any of the dickwads who’d laughed at me. Malcolm would make his own, but I didn’t dwell on that. The others would get cold showers and the cold shoulder.
Gray would get to stew as he waited for my retaliation spell to activate.
And I’d pretend to be mature and over it all while I focused on the Institute and tried to figure out how the hell to safely restrain a vampire. The Pinnacle had used huge metallic bands. But getting something like that to clamp down on a moving target would be difficult.
I supposed we could knock Matthew out. Sedating him would be easiest. But again, our spell would have to be incredibly specific to hit the bloodstream, to be temporary instead of permanent. Physical restraint was a much more controllable method. Pinheads shot vamps with darts and silver bullets. But they aimed to kill.
I scrubbed a hand down my face before I tossed my hair up in a ponytail. I’d chosen to wear some sweats and one of Z’s wifebeaters. There was no way I was going outside again. Not after what had happened this morning. I was going to stay in and plan away my day.
When I walked down the steps, I was surprised to see Gray waiting at the base.
“So… you seemed a little more pissed than usual about that prank.”
“I almost broke my nose,” I retorted, but without any heat. After cooling down, even I could admit that his prank had been pretty damn funny.
“You almost broke my dick,” he retorted.
“I actuallyusemy nose.”
“Oh, just wait.” Gray climbed up a step so that we were nose to nose and suddenly the competitive tension between us shifted into a sexually-charged standoff. His eyes scanned me up and down and he bit his thick bottom lip before he said, “One day, you’re gonna be so sorry about how you’ve treated my dick.”
My chest thrummed like an engine ready to race. All it would take was one little touch of the gas and we’d be off, racing toward a finish line where we both won.
I bit my lip as I stared back at him. “Is that so?”
“That’s so. One day, my dick is going to make you feel so good that you’re gonna kiss him and apologize.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Oh, I’ll keep them, nemesis.” His fingers came up and he gently traced the side of my neck until I was panting. “I fucking love this war we’re in.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup. Because when I finally have you under me, it’s gonna be nuclear.”
