Page 45 of The Devils Melody
“I try,” Kage all but giggles and then shrugs, not even remotely offended. “Want some for your attitude?”
Harper snorts. “She’ll need more than that, bro.”
Taylor appears like a goddamn mosquito, buzzing in out of nowhere with her glittery top and glossy lips, drink in hand and eyes locked on the wrong men.Myfucking men. Always looking to suck the blood out of someone's dick.
“Alright,” she purrs, her eyes sliding between Kage and Lennox, “which one of you is single and looking to make questionable decisions tonight? Being single is optional, of course.” She winks, taking a sip of her drink.
My stomach twists.
Kage raises a brow, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth. “Questionable, huh? That’s what you’re offering?” He says it as an insult, but I don’t think she gets it.
She giggles, running a finger along the rim of her glass. “Depends what you’re into. I can be a very bad idea.” And that’s putting it lightly.
Lennox makes a face looking like he just smelled something rotten. One brow arches completely unimpressed as he glances at Kage likeyou hearing this shit?
Kage chuckles, husky and indulgent. He leans back into the couch, arms spreading out as if lounging on a damn throne. His eyes drop to her mouth, then trail down her body with idle interest, before flicking to me and lighting up with something real.
“Well,” he drawls, “you’re definitely something.”
Taylor perks up. “Something good?”
He lets her dangle for a beat, then smiles, slow and devilishly.
“You’re kinda hot, I guess,” he admits, punching me right in the gut. “Probably wild. Could be fun…for someone,” Taylor beams. “but not for me.”
Her smile cracks instantly, causing mine to grow.
“I’m with Wren.”
The words land like a slap to her face. Taylor blinks, completely stunned. I take it she doesn’t get rejected very often. Lennox doesn’t bother hiding his smirk this time, and the disgust on his face twists into something sharper. Pure, rich amusement.
“You should go,” he says, his tone polite but hollow. “before you embarrass yourself further.”
Taylor blinks, clearly not ready to give up. She laughs,that high pitched sound girls use when they think they’re the shit. “Oh, come on. Let's just have a little fun. You’re telling me you two don’t have any room for one more?” Um, hello? Does she need me to hold a sign over my head? Am I fucking invisible to her or something? What’s her problem?
She leans in closer, her chest out, dragging her nasty tongue slowly along the edge of her straw, clearly thinking that’ll do the trick. Seriously, who fucking invited her?
Kage doesn’t even look at her.
Lennox’s jaw flexes, the muscle ticking before he shifts his gaze away, as though even acknowledging her would be giving too much.
“Taylor,” Olive snaps, crossing her arms, “read the fucking room.”
Taylor startles, her smile slipping as Olive closes in on her.
“You see Wren on the couch? Ice pack to the face? Those two glued to her side like she’s the center of their goddamn universe?” Olive gestures between the boys without taking her eyes off Taylor. “That’s not an invitation. That’s a warning. Be a fucking girls girl for once in your goddamn life.”
Taylor scoffs, obviously offended, but Olive doesn’t flinch. That kind of shit doesn’t fly with her. Nothing pisses Olive off more than when girls choose men over other girls. She’s always been that way.
“Go dance. Or better yet, go home. But stay out of this.”
Taylor glares at her for half a second before turning with a frustrated huff, muttering something about people being touchy. Her heels click angrily against the floor as she storms off and heads for the stairs.
Kage doesn’t watch her leave, neither does Lennox. Their attention cuts straight back to me. I’m still sprawledacross the couch, ice pack clutched to my cheek, the club spinning slightly behind my eyelids. I try to sit up, but my balance wobbles and I sink back against Lennox with a quiet groan. My limbs feel like wet noodles. Gross. I’m never drinking again.Could be the possible concussion though.
Lennox moves quickly behind me, a steady arm slipping behind my back. “Easy, little phoenix.”
Kage takes my other side, one large hand bracing my arm as they help guide me upright. They treat me as ifI’m some fragile thing they’re trying not to break. I’m sandwiched between the two of them, dizzy and aching, and somehow more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Maybe it’s the alcohol taking over, but every inch of my body that’s touched by their skin is ignited and I feel like a fucking inferno.Phoenix, indeed.
