“Rosalie is looking stupidly hot tonight,” Tory said, her gaze following mine as she got the wrong end of the stick, but I didn’t bother to correct her. “I think I have a girl crush on her.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, not saying anything more than that because despite her being right, Rosalie just wasn’t who I wanted. “What’s with the cake?”
Tory’s smile turned wicked and she leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “It’s a trap,” she said excitedly.
“For who?” I asked.
She glanced around before answering, keeping her voice low once more. “Seth. He keeps stealing all of my goddamn snacks. And I’ve just been introduced to Orion’s lawyers – Darius has already got them working on the paperwork to declare their Elysian Mate status and have the Power Shame thingy wiped from his records.”
“You’re losing me,” I admitted, glancing at the squashed cake once more.
“Well, one of them has a cake fetish. As in, he doesn’t get hard for anything without a fondant topping. He was finished with that one.” She inclined her head towards the cake and I wrinkled my nose as the hole in the middle of it suddenly made a whole lot of gross sense.
“No way.”
“Yes way. And I still haven’t gotten revenge on Seth for pissing on me that time. So he has this coming.”
“By the stars,” I muttered, wondering if I should warn him, but Tory’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she realised I might.
“This is Fae on Fae, Caleb. Don’t go selling me out.”
“Fine,” I agreed, though as I eyed the cake, I had to wonder if I could keep my word on that one.
Before I could make that decision, Seth appeared from the crowd, a grin on his face as he spied the cake and I had to fight not to show the relief I felt at realising he hadn’t gone off with that blonde dude after all.
“That is my cake,” Tory warned, pointing her finger at Seth as she hiccupped again. “You can’t have any.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, the challenge in his eyes saying he was gonna dive right into that thing headfirst at any moment.
“Seth,” I warned, unable to let this happen. “Don’t-”
“So now you’re on her side?” he demanded in outrage. “After I shared that mega bar of chocolate I found in her room with you?”
Tory gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as she glared at me in accusation. I mouthed an apology to her and Seth took the opportunity to lunge for the cake.
“No!” I yelled and Tory cried out too.
“I changed my mind, it’s too gross!”
But Seth already had the cake half way to his mouth, it was too late, or at least I thought it was.
Tory shot him in the face with so much water that he tumbled backwards off of his chair and hit the floor with a crash that rattled the tiles beneath our feet and the cake was sent flying away into the mass of dancing bodies.
“It was a sex cake,” Tory explained, a laugh falling from her lips as she got to her feet. “I couldn’t go through with it.”
“Why?” Seth demanded.
“You peed on me,” she replied, the two of them glaring at each other before he barked a laugh and leapt upright once more.
“Well maybe I’ll do it again!”
Tory shrieked and took off into the crowd, Seth chasing after her as she stumbled more than a little in her high heels and he howled like he was on the hunt.
My fangs prickled at the sight of her running, but as I pushed myself to my feet, I remembered my promise to Darius about hunting her and curled my hands into fists as I fought to get hold of my instincts.
I crossed the room to get myself another drink, spotting Rosalie Oscura once more as she danced with the blonde dude, and I wondered if I should try to hook up with her again myself. The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else after all. So why did I have about as much interest in doing that as I did in eating that cake?
I spotted my cousin across the room and shot over to join her, downing my beer on the way and falling into the seat at her side as she gave me a little salute in greeting and continued listening to the story Leon was telling her.
“Hey, lost girl,” I said in greeting, my nickname for her bringing a smile to her lips.
“Hey, little cousin,” she replied and Leon gave me a nod, not pausing for a moment in his story telling.
“-then a man leapt out of the bush with a badger on his ass and beer balanced on top of his head,” he said dramatically, gaining more of my attention as he balanced his own drink on his head and Dante called bullshit on his story, causing the two of them to fall into a spat which I watched with amusement.