CHAPTER TEN: NERYS

“Whatthehell?”I look at Clemmen but she just shrugs her shoulders.

“Probably just a drunk party girl,’ she says before gesturing for me to follow her down the hall.

We step into the next room and frankly, even with how big the room is, I don’t know how all the people inside are crammed in.

Crowded doesn’t even come close to describing the scene.

Lights are flaring, red, green, blue, but when I look around I don’t actually find a strobe light machine, so I’m assuming it's another spell. There’s a table in the middle of the room where a group of girls have accumulated, dancing up against each other. Most of them have beer in their hands and one girl’s foot keeps nearly sliding off of the edge of the table but she’s either oblivious or just doesn’t give a fuck.

I say a silent prayer for her that one of the people standing beside the table catches her when she finally does fall before turning away.

My mouth falls open when my eyes land on a cage hanging in the corner of the back ceiling. Somehow, I’d missed it during my first look around. There’s a girl and a guy inside of the cage, white wings protruding from the girl’s back and a long tail sticking out from a hole cut into the guy’s pants. The tail wraps around one of the bars cages as he leans back, reaching above his head to grab the bar. The girl literally flies right onto his lap and he does some kind of move where he starts grinding up into her in a way that I’m pretty sure I saw Channing Tatum do in Magic Mike.

“Kellan Lovar,” Clemmen says as she eyes the guy. She has to raise her voice for me to hear her. “Everyone’s favorite whore,” she tacks on.

The Kellan Lovar dude definitely seems to be a popular attraction as everyone cheers him on. I’m pretty sure someone yells for him to fuck the girl with the wings and from the way she throws her head back in ectasty, I’m not so sure he hasn’t discreetly found some way to stick his dick in her.

This definitely wasn’t what I was expecting.

Someone bumps into Clemmen and she gives them a shove, sending them falling into the sea of people. Clemmen shakes her head before she begins to elbow her way through the crowd. I follow the path that she clears.

We get to a glass door and she pulls it open. Before I step out, I glance back up at the cage, finding the Kellan guy is also now doning his own pair of wings. They’re large, slipping between the bars of the cage, and unlike the girls’s, they’re pitch black.

The girls wings are pulled forward, covering more of them, but when I catch a glimpse of flesh, I realise they’re definitely fucking now.

I shake my head, following Clemmen outside. Except I don’t know how long I’ve been watching the couple because as soon as I take a step forward, I slam into a boy.

“You have a bad habit of this,” A gruff voice says and I look up to find the ginger from the other day, glaring down at me. His hands are locked around my arms, keeping me in place. He tilts his head to the side before peering behind me. His gaze comes back to mine and he lifts a brow. “Enjoying the show?” he asks.

My jaw clenches and I try to jerk out of his grasp but he doesn’t release me. That brow lifts higher but I only continue to glare at him. After a moment, he releases me, stepping to the side and letting me walk past him.

My skin is hot where he touched me.

“Next time watch where you’re going,” he calls out behind me.

When I turn around to snap at him, he’s already gone.

Of course.

Forcing my attention away from the ginger, I take in the backyard that I’ve stepped into and there’s even more people here than there was inside. Thankfully, the yard is much larger than the room inside.

There’s a large square pool filled with people. Some are wearing swim clothes, others in their regular clothes, and there’s a few who have completely elected to go nude.

Clemmen is standing beside a cooler where some tall guys with orange dread and deep, dark skin is smiling at her. Clemmen doesn’t seem the least bit impressed by his flirtatious grin.

“I said I don’t want any O, Lithern, now move out of my way, so I can grab a drink,” Clemmen is saying as I move up next to them.

The big guy legit sticks his lip out in a pout and I have to say there’s something endearingly cute about him. When his eyes move to me, that little grin returns. He rubs a hand over his uncovered abs before running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, who are you?” he asks, inching a little closer to me.

“She’s no one you need to know,” Clemmen snaps at him and it seems like maybe there’s something deeper going on here with her tone.

I look back and forth between the two.

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