Page 93 of Virgin Sacrifice

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nix hissed, following in my wake as I made my way into the kitchen.

Maybe they had snacks in here?

“Your job, if you recall, but better,” I said as I began opening cupboards and rifling through them, almost knocking over a large crystal punch bowl that was nearly empty. Which might explain why everyone was three sheets to the wind here. Seriously though, what kind of idiot would drink from an open punch bowl at a party like this?

The supposedly quieter twin stalked up behind me, slamming the cupboard door shut before I could fish out the Oreos I had spotted in the back.

“Rude,” I muttered as I twirled out from between Ali’s arms and started to shimmy my shoulders as I danced my way across the kitchen.

“We’re here to find the bastards who have been dealing drugs under our noses,” growled Nix, “not get a fucking snack.”

“Wrong,” I called out, dropping down to inspect the cupboards underneath the kitchen island. “You’re here to find the bastards who have been dealing drugs under your noses. I’m here to keep an eye on Starbright.”

This time it was Ali who growled. “Stay the fuck away from her, Everest, I mean it.”

I ignored them while doing my best white boy attempt to shake my hips to the beat playing in my head. We could only have the same argument so many times before even I tired of it. Ali wanted me to leave her alone, Nixon pretended he didn’t care . . . blah, blah, blah.

Alister took a step toward me, his fists clenched tightly and violence written in his eyes, before Nixon stopped him.

“Leave it. We have our orders, and he has his.” Turning back to me, he sneered, “If he kills the wrong person tonight it will be on Lucian for letting him off his leash.”

I popped up from behind the island to correct him. “I would have you know I am on strict orders not to kill anyone tonight,” I said haughtily, before diving back down to see if my eyes had, in fact, deceived me.

They had not.

Humming happily to myself, I snatched up the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and tore into it.

Ali looked on with distaste while Nix rolled his eyes at me. “Good luck with that, Ever.” He gave me a mock salute before placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder to usher him out of the kitchen.

“Luck.” I scoffed at their backs in between handfuls of chips. “Luck has nothing to do with it.”

One of the fraternity brothers, or at least I assumed so from his shirt, stumbled his way into the kitchen, smacking his shoulder on the refrigerator before making his way over to the sink without so much as noticing me.

Odd.

While I was skilled at blending in when I wanted to, right now I was standing here practically oozing serial killer vibes. With a wicked grin, I began loudly sucking the ranch seasoning off my fingers, slurping and popping like Lecter with his fava beans.

The drunken fool didn’t even so much as glance my way as he stood bent over in front of the sink, propped up on his forearms and swaying back and forth.

Irritating.

“Hel-lo,” I called out in a high-pitched voice, hoisting myself with one hand to sit on the island, my other still holding on to my chips.

Slowly, the oaf started to turn around, his head bobbing back and forth precariously.

I waited with anticipation for the appropriate reaction to finding someone like me standing behind you. He took me in with barely a passing look before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he lunged back toward the sink before violently puking his guts up.

“Now that’s more like it,” I said, throwing back another handful of Doritos.

Usually, people didn’t start vomiting in my presence until after I started talking about my latest art project, but maybe the lad wasn’t as dumb as he initially appeared.

Over and over again he vomited while I sat patiently waiting for him to finish.

Finally, he finished, his chest heaving as he desperately tried to catch his breath, and I let out a sigh of disappointment.

Shakily, he forced himself upright, and turned around to face me, blinking his eyes rapidly as if to clear the vision in front of him. From this angle, it was easy to see that his pupils were the size of saucers, and I wondered what awesome sights he beheld in front of him.

We managed to stand in silence for several moments before I needed to break it.

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