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Breyona was visibly holding back laughter, her shoulder shaking as she bit out, “I like them bossy in the bedroom.”
“Oh, I’m sure wolf-boy’s bossy in the bedroom. These wolf men all have their dominant side.” Clara replied, a knowing tone to her voice that none of us missed.
Cassidy cocked an eyebrow at the witch. Lowering her voice, she murmured in my ear. “Somethings telling me she’s speaking from experience.”
Clara craned her head at us and snapped, “I heard that!”
“I like the Vampire.” Holly’s soft voice rang out, “He seems sweet.”
“H**l yeah, Holly. Us Vampire lovers have to stick together.” Breyona said smugly, earning a smile from my reserved half-sister.
I sat back and enjoyed the rest of the movie, but not nearly as much as I enjoyed listening to everyone bicker. The fact that the other girls included Holly filled me with a lightness that made my head swim, though it could’ve been from the blood I was sipping. Before the end of the movie, Holly had come out of her shell and was actually cracking her own jokes, most of them about the main characters inability to stay on her own two feet.
She was right though, that Bella girl was clumsy, especially for a human.
After the movie, we migrated back into the living room where Cassidy had a few bottles of alcohol waiting. There was a mix of wine and liquor, though the liquor was most likely for us wolves. As far as I knew, Vampire’s got intoxicated at the same rate as a human, and I don’t think Holly had ever had alcohol before.
She seemed to have no problem drinking wine though, cradling the goblet in her hands after emptying half a blood-bag into the mix. Catching me eyeing her, she smiled shyly and held the glass out.
“It’s delicious, really. Would you like to try some?”
I accepted her offer and took a small sip of the blood-laced wine. My eyebrows crept up my forehead at the flavor and the odd sensation it brought on. The blood made my heart race and heat flood my veins, while the alcohol provided a soothing buzz that amplified everything else. I could definitely get used to drinking it this way. She nodded knowingly, emptying another blood bag into a clean wine glass, and topping it off with alcohol.
“I’d have a glass every night at dinner…you know, back then.”
Abruptly, Cassidy clapped her hands and gasped.
“Oh, I know what we should do. Let’s play Truth or Dare!”
Breyona shrugged like she didn’t mind. When she caught my eye from across the room, she nodded in
Clara’s direction. It took me a moment to understand what she was getting at, but when I finally caught on, I was in full agreement. The five of us sat in a circle, each of us curled up on the sectional with a drink in our hands. Clara quickly explained the rules to Holly, who Cassidy decided would go first.
“Holly, truth or dare?” The blonde bombshell to my left cooed.
Holly pursed her lips, contemplating before responding.
“I think I’ll go with dare.”
“Our first dare of the night! Let’s make this a good one.” Cassidy clapped. “Hmm, I dare you to scare one of the guys. Doesn’t matter which one but make it good.”
Clara leaned forward in her seat; her full head of curls pulled back.
“Mind if I use my magic to help her?”
Cassidy tapped her chin, “That’s fine, but Holly has to be the one to scare them.”
While Holly snuck into the kitchen, the four of us hid in the hallway. The lounge was a straight shot to the kitchen, which meant none of the guys would see us hunched over, our hands clasped over our mouths to stifle our laughter. Clara had one of her hands flat against the wall, feeling around for a few seconds before going still once more. I didn’t ask, but I did pay close attention to what happened next.
It took only a few minutes for the sound of footsteps to appear, growing louder until Kendrick’s scent permeated the kitchen. He was singing under his breath to a song I didn’t know the name of. I was sure that if I peeked around the corner, I’d see him bopping his head as he rummaged through the kitchen.
There was a slight crackle in the air, like an electrical current had been unleashed. Breyona snorted and sputtered behind her hand when Clara’s hair began to lift, and her curls frayed. Without warning, there was a loud ‘pop,’ and the kitchen light went out. The entire room was bathed in darkness, but it was Kendrick we focused on.
“What the fu”
He had started to say, but I assume Holly took that moment to jump out because the next thing the four of us heard was a deep, masculine shout, followed by the deafening clank of pots and pans hitting the ground.
Several seconds of silence passed when Kendrick huffed, “Aw man, you made me drop my cookies.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Holly replied sweetly. “Would you say you were thoroughly frightened?”
“Urn, yes. Yo, did Cass put you up to this? She knows I hate jump scares.”
“I was fulfilling a dare, actually. Sorry about your cookies, again. Just curious, but why were they in your pocket? Do you always hoard food? Daisy’s grandmother is very kind, and I’m sure she would make you your own batch if you asked.”
Holly’s innocent reply didn’t disappoint and had all of us breaking our silence, starting with Breyona, as we exploded in laughter.
After personally apologizing and promising Kendrick a plate of grandma’s lavender cookies, we headed back into the living room and continued with the game.
Whether it was the blood, wine, or scaring the s**t out of Kendrick, Holly had finally loosened up and no longer fiddled with her fingers or picked at the hem of her pj’s. She chose Breyona next, who quickly picked ‘truth,’ and proceeded to ask her about her relationship with Giovanni. There was a light blush staining my half-sister’s cheeks as she asked about the ins and outs of their relationship.
Breyona, who answered Holly’s question gracefully, set her sights on Clara.
“Clara, truth or dare?”
The curly-haired witch set her glass of wine down and quickly l****d the residue off her lips before smirking.
“I’ll go with truth. I know you been chomping at the bit to ask me about my thing with Mason, so I’m giving you the chance for one question.”
My eager best-friend gasped, clasping her hands together while contorting her face into a look of careful contemplation. From the years of studying Breyona’s dramatic facial expressions, I could tell she was trying to figure out a way to get the most information possible.
“How would you describe your relationship with Mason?” She asked, a self-satisfied tilt to her lips.
Clara sat back on her haunches and took another sip of wine, putting as much consideration into her answer as Breyona had put into her question.
“Well, we’re not dating but I think we’re on our way to it. He’s been through a lot, but I’m sure you both already know all about that. I’ve been through my fair share of s**t that makes it hard to get close to people, but I like Mason. I’ve never been with a guy that’s sweet like him.” She confessed, pursing her lips. Through her tanned skin, I could see the clear heat of a blush staining her cheeks but decided not to comment on it.
There were plenty more questions I had, but I kept those at bay. She and Mason would talk about things when they were ready. Before moving on with the game, Breyona let her know that she had our full support, which seemed to relieve some of the tension in Clara’s shoulders.
As the game progressed, each of us taking turns and bouncing back and forth between silly dares and heavy truths, I found myself being asked ‘truth or dare’ by Cassidy.
She had eyeliner smeared down half her face and ruby-red lipstick on her jawline from where Clara had dared her to do a full face of make-up in a minute, making it impossible to take her seriously.
“Dare. Do your worst.” I smirked, tapping my nails on the side of my glass.
A devious grin overtook the soft curves of her face, and I knew Cassidy wouldn’t disappoint.
“I’ve been saving this one up since that little power display of yours. What you said about your magic not having any limits, it got me thinking.” She murmured, leaning in close to the four of us. “Can you influence other people?”
“Like, make them your slave?” Clara said, her face twisting into a grimace. “That don’t feel right to me.”
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