Mass release: 13/25
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"If I had slapped my sister like that, she would have sent me flying," Kat said.
"Jealous?" I grinned mischievously.
"No, I'm worried about you, because you nearly killed us. You were crying silver, and screaming shit, and saying 'No', and screaming even more, and we could do nothing, because that fuckity bloody magical ball was locking you away from us, and nobody could touch it, not even the fate witch!" She yelled.
"So, you are jealous," my grin widened and she glared at me. "Cute."
"Alyssa," she groaned stressed.
"Katherine Kimberly," I mimicked her.
"It's Kat," she growled.
"Alright, Kat then, Katherine Kimberly!"
"Why are you like this? Ugh!"
"You are so cute," I went to her and pinched her cheeks.
"Stop, you will redden my cheeks," she cried.
"You look prettier blushing," I groaned.
"They are looking, stop embarrassing me," she tried pushing me away.
"I am your oldest sister, I can do whatever I want," I pinched them again.
"Lyssaaaaaa," she pouted.
"Katherine Kimberlyyyyyyy," I mimicked her.
"You are embarrassing me, for Tartarus, stop," she cursed.
"Fuck what they think," I scoffed, stopping.
"Where are your gloves? You told us to have gloves on!" Iris groaned.
"I don't know, I think I dusted them away!"
"Here, I'll give you mine," Jade began to take hers.
"Don't!" I hissed and she stopped. "Remember what mom said. Don't do it."
Gulping, "But you,"
"No one will dare to touch me," I scoffed.
"That bastard right there did," Alec cursed, pointing at Davon.
"And he flirted with you!" Maddie added, eyeing me curiously.
"No, that was not flirting, it was him pissing me off. He is not my type, that's disgusting. I'm not into those weaklings, and definitely not a Royal one for reasons you already know. And he's a no one!" Desperate to get out of this topic, I turned to the headmaster, who was watching everything as if she was in a theatre and something really interesting was unfolding. When she noticed I was staring at her, she turned to me, "Can we leave? This ended, no? It's late, my siblings have to go to be, and I'm terminally tired. What are our dorms?"
"You can stay with me!" A girl that looks an awful lot like a female version of Milo Natheridge suggested. "I'm the highest ranked female in Poisontail, and my dorm is free for a roommate, we room in pairs."
That brought me to what Markus had said earlier, "Are you Celeste?"
She grinned charmingly, "Yes, how could you tell?"
"You reek of black witch," I mocked and she frowned. "Katherine Kimberly, you will room with her, I'll take Bianca. If I room with the noble lady here, I might murder her in her sleep, I'm rather impulsive."
"We don't want murders," the headmaster chuckled anxiously. "Definitely not on the kids of the strongest houses of the Kingdom, Alyssa Valentine. Do what your sister told you, Katherine, you room with Celeste. You room with her, Bianca," she spoke of Bianca with distaste and that got on my nerves.
"Why not put Bianca with her and me with you?" Kat pouted.
"Cut the umbilical cord, baby girl," I chuckled and side-eyes her, "stay with Celeste Natheridge, it's for the best, yeah? You need new friends, friends that are not related to you by blood, and you are way more friendly than me!"
I knew she had caught on that I was pairing her with her, when she smiled and nodded, "Alright, I wouldn't my a new friend," then she turned to Celeste, a charming smile on. "Hi, I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kat, I like romance, candies, and I'm single. I swing for both sides, but I like girls more."
That put a big smile on Celeste, "You are the perfect roommate then. I'm Celeste Eleanor Natheridge, nice to meet you, I like to be called Celeste, because I love my name more than anything."
"Hah, you really do sound like a pair," I mocked, because Kat is just like that with her real name, and she side-eyed me annoyed.
"You have siblings, Celeste?"
"No, just cousins," they intertwined arms and walked away from me.
My siblings looked at me, waiting, "We'll talk in the morning. Rest tonight."
They all nodded and began to follow their houses that began to leave the communal lounge, and Bianca came to me at the same time as Irina did.
"Can we talk tomorrow after lunch?" Irina asked.
I nodded, "It's a date!" I winked flirty and she cringed.
"I like males."
"Well, you're losing," I mocked. "Liking both is heaven in hell."
"I think the same," Bianca grinned, blushing. "I don't know where we go to."
Well, I do, but I can't say that. "Me neither," I chuckled.
"Such a liar," he purred behind me when all my siblings left, passing his fingers through my cascading curly dark cherry red hair, and when he came closer, I felt that intoxicating scent... the same lingering scent of his my mate... passionflower, cloves, and sandalwood.
And fuck if I didn't struggled not to close my eyes and inhale the bastard. This shouldn't even be happening when I'm mated. It can't be just because he's his father's son, right? "Don't touch my hair," I hissed, "it's curly."
"Beautifully, so?"
What the hell? "Stay away from me, Davon!"
"You do know telling me that will have the opposite effect, right?"
Tartarus he damned, he's just like his father. "I don't give a fuck!"
"Mmmhm," he hummed, "and I'm a vampire."
"Who knows? Maybe you could be," I snapped annoyed.
"I'm not a vampire, though I do like to bite," he grinned mischievously.
Oh, do tell me. His father was the same, damned bastard. "I couldn't care less."
"I don't believe in you, I think you're lying," he purred.
"And who cares about what you think?"
"Even Desdemona cares about what I think," he mocked.
I glared at him, suddenly annoyed, "Than go to her and leave me the hell alone."
"Not happening," he tried to grab my chin and jerked away.
"Don't touch me," I hissed.
"Keep that up and we'll end up like your parents," he giggled.
I cringed, "Marrying our own siblings?" I mocked.
He froze, "What? Your parents are siblings?"
"They are," I groaned disgusted. "It's a demon," I froze, realizing that I was feeling all too damn comfortable with him, which is wrong for countless reasons, Tartarus damn it. "Stop talking to me!"
"You're struggling, aren't you?" He grinned. "Deja Vu."
I frowned, "I don't think you know what a Deja Vu is.'
"Except I know it way too well," he said self-deprecatingly and I swallowed.
"Your parents are siblings?" An orange-eyed male butt in.
I side glared him, annoyed, "Yes. Mom is a bit younger than dad, but yes."