Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)(30)

Okay, yeah, I need to find myself a body for the night. It’s only fair since Ben is clearly getting down that I get down too.

Dragging myself from the corner I finally make my way out of, I stumble toward the kitchen, shoving drunk bodies out of my way. If I have any chance of making it through, I’ll need something. If I’m lucky, more of whatever Jus gave us earlier. I spot a small vile all the way against the back of a shelf, and my hands clasp around the bottle as I read the inscription: Fae Dust, single shot.

Huh. Must be a mythical themed party. Justice should have told me and I would have worn the black wings I bought for Halloween.

Bringing the tiny bottle up to my nose, I sniff it before dipping my pinkie inside and twirling the contents with it. Pulling it back out, I study the glittery concoction that’s dusting my pinkie. Why is it so pretty? Bringing it to my mouth, I allow the Fae dust to dissolve on the base of my tongue as my eyes roll to the back of my head and the sugary taste of vanilla and freeze-dried berries slide down the back of my throat. Different from the last stuff. No chemical harshness left behind.

I pour half of it into my final shot and throw it back with a smile. Here’s to hoping this shit’s half as good as whatever Justice gave us. Judging by the fatigue that’s slowly aching in my muscles, I’d say that has almost worn off.

Movement catches my eye to the side, and there’s that silver blur again.

Placing the empty little black bottle onto the counter, I follow the flash of silver through the doors, but as I step through, I pause. In the backyard, the greenery is lit up from little fireflies that look like LED lights. They probably are LED lights. The flowers in the bushes illuminate pink, yellow, and purple, and the small pathway that leads out to a lit up in-ground pool glows a brilliant shade of ivory. A naked girl starts walking toward me, her skin glistening like glitter. Her blonde hair falls down past her toned ass, and as she passes me, she flashes me a small smirk. I’d barely wrapped my mind around her, when I stop walking, my feet planted to the ground.

Wait.

Was I going to follow him in hopes of seeing Knight? But wouldn’t following his brother, because I’m convinced Creed is his brother, have been more effective? Why am I following the silver-haired stranger?

I spin on my heels to make my way back inside, gasping when I come face-to-face with the silver-haired hottie.

Fuck me is he hot. If Mr. Freeze and Elsa, a grown-up version, had a baby, this guy would be it. His hair is almost polished silver, his eyes almost the same shade, and now on mine.

“Hi.” My cheeks heat.

Okay. I really, truly do need to get laid. I’ve never blushed so much in my life. In fact, I don’t fucking blush. I get what I want, and I leave. Sex is a transaction for me. It’s enjoying those minutes—or hours—where all of their attention is on you. Just you. Probably my daddy issues talking, but if you ask me, sex is the closest feeling you’ll get to magic. Real magic. Not this cooked up, drug-induced version of it.

“Hi.” He smirks, taking a tentative step around my body. In this moment, I’m painfully aware of how similar it feels to being the prey. “Your name is London.” He backs up slightly.

“It is.” My feet decide to follow, as if he’s placed a collar around my neck and is leading me with a leash. “And you are?”

Without looking, he maneuvers through the crowd that pays us no mind, and I walk the same path, stopping before a sphere of burning flames heats my cheek as it passes us. That’s some seriously good CGI shit. It’s even projecting heat.

Movement beyond it catches my attention, and my eyes lock with yet another shade of blue.

The buff, teddy bear of a guy smirks, cocking his head at me, but then the other answers my question.

“My name is Silver.”

My gaze snaps back with my head. “Wait, seriously? Your name is Silver? What kind of Harry Potter shit is that?”

A low chuckle from behind the fire sounds, and I briefly meet those blue eyes again, but quickly pull them back to Silver.

Silver smiles, and it’s a nice smile, flirty and smoothe. “If Harry Potter had a ten-inch cock.”

I don’t bother to hide my grin. “It was Draco for me.”

“Fan of the twisted then?”

“What can I say?” My head tilts as I allow myself to take in what he’s wearing. Casual jeans, Jordans, and a clean white tee. “The dark is where I hide.”

Those lips stretch higher, and I reach up to tuck my hair behind my ears to keep myself from reaching out and touching him like I did Creed.

Jesus, I’m a needy bitch tonight.

Silver’s eyes zero in on the bandage around my palm and he frowns. “What’s this?”

I shrug, waving it in front of him. “Ah, that would be what happens when I get distracted. Couple small cuts from a rock yesterday. No biggie.”

Suddenly, he flashes forward, taking my wrist, and I wince at the heat that shoots through my palm when his flattens against it.

I yank from his grasp and he lifts his hands into the air in surrender.

“What the hell?” I glare. “I said I was cut.”

“Nah, I don’t think you are.”

My head tugs back. “Excuse me?”

Silver fights a grin, and I have no fucking clue why he and blue eyes share a laugh.

“I’m sorry, do you know me? Follow me around and watch my every move? Can you see through cloth and sports tape?” I snap. “I’m pretty fucking sure I’m cut.”