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“And we're all going!” Kiara adds in a playful tone.
Matt and I exchange a look. He's supposed to finally start training me tonight. We haven't been able to before, now we finally have the chance. I need to learn how to defend myself with my hands and with weapons. Going to the party means we can't practice.
“Whatever you have planned for tonight, forget it,” Nancy points at us sternly. “You're both coming.”
We sigh and roll our eyes before muttering a 'good', which makes her smile happily.
‘We'll train tomorrow, angel. It's fine.’
I squeeze Mattheo's hand that’s resting on my thigh to let him know I agree, and we begin to eat, chatting happily with the others.
We finish preparing for the party while he explains to me that he has been sent to eliminate a group of O'Connor's followers who were planning an attack on a small village where several families of disciples reside. This is how I learn that the Master has developed numerous towns and villages to provide a place to live for his most destitute disciples.
Not all of them are part of the magical high society and many have modest incomes. This is why Darkvis offers them accommodation in a protected area in exchange for their loyalty. Suffice it to say that those skeptical about following the Dark Mage are quickly convinced once he offers them the chance to finally leave a life of misery behind with a roof over their heads and food on their plates.
I choose to wear a green, off--shoulder, mid-thigh-length, sleeveless dress. My heels are black and not too high, my hair is in a messy bun with two loose strands framing my face. My makeup is more elaborate than I'm used to, but I'm happy with the result.
I applied green eyeshadow to match my dress, green mascara and black eyeliner to accentuate my eyes. I chose my usual lipstick, not wanting to overdo it either. I spray on my cherry perfume and turn to my fiancé.
Mattheo is wearing a black blouse with black pants. He has, of course, left the top buttons of his blouse undone, revealing a bit of his torso. He still has his rings on his fingers and his hair is left natural, with a few curls falling untidy over his forehead.
My lips part at the sight, I fight the urge to press my thighs together. I've said it before, but he truly looks like he was carved by the gods. I feel aroused just by looking at him.
He smirks and gives me an amused look before walking over to me, his hands automatically landing on my hips. He kisses my forehead before eying me up and down, hissmile widening.
“You look stunning in that dress, angel,” he leans down to my ear, shivers run down my spine as I feel his warm breath on my skin. “I can't wait to rip it off later.”
My breath catches as my heart skips a beat. He gently kisses my neck before pulling away. He reaches out to me and smiles devilishly.
“Ready, my love?”
CHAPTER 27
Aelys
Music echoes through the factions’ common room of the main building where the party is taking place. Students dance beneath the multicolored flashes of light, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes is overwhelming.
Matt puts his arm around my waist and leads me to the sofas in the corner of the room where our friends are already chatting happily, each with a drink in hand. I sit next to Enzo, leaving the other side free for my fiancé, but he kisses me on the forehead and tells me he'll get us drinks. I watch him walk off to the drinks table before turning back to our friends.
“You are magnificent, beautiful!” Enzo smiles broadly as he raises his glass.
“Thanks. You're not bad either,” I laugh.
I turn my attention to the crowd of dancing students, spotting a few fairies and shifters among the mass of wizards. I recognize the Law twins, but my eyes darken when I see the trio made of Dawson and his friends.
They already seem a little drunk, I'm beginning to wonder if I can accomplish part of my task tonight. After following them for a few weeks, I quickly realized that it would be difficult for me to isolate Jones or Law in order to kill them, as the Master demanded. This evening might be the opportunity to get rid of one of them, since practically the entire student body is too drunk to notice anything.
All I have to do is slip the powerful poison called polonium into a glass and make sure one of them consumes it.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when a red cup is placed in front of me and I watch Mattheo sit down next to me with a small smirk on his perfect face.
I take the glass, thanking him, and begin sipping the vodka. I need to stay at least a little sober if I'm going to accomplish my goal tonight.
Oh, one glass can't hurt after all.
“What are you thinking about, angel?” Mattheo's hoarse voice echoes in my ear.
He places his hand on my thigh and I smile, leaning down to whisper in his eartoo.
