Chapter 153-1
Kiana
Cinis
Another night without Troy.
I wasn’t sleeping well, and as I trudged up to my room after a late night dinner in the mess hall, I
considered calling Jenson and asking some more questions about the operations that were not day-to-day. Pulling out my phone, I remembered that he was planning to spend the night with Irene.
So far, Claudine had not made another appearance, but I knew Irene was scared.
She needed Jenson more than I did.
Pocketing my phone, I turned down the hall and stopped short. There were noises coming from
my bedroom.
Loud noises.
Squealing?
Laughter. It abated, and I opened the door cautiously. Amelia, Willa, Cindy, Janelle, and Ava had piled onto my bed. There was a huge spread of food on the table, and music playing from a speaker somewhere.
“Hi,” I said dumbly. “What is happening here?”
“Girl’s night!” Janelle called out. When I stared at her, she frowned. “You’ve never had a girl’s night,
have you?”
“Did Jenson put this together because he was tired of me calling him in the middle of the night?”
“Probably,” Willa shrugged. “He said something to me, and then I found Amelia absolutely
smashed. I figured after spending all that time with Finn’s sisters that the last thing I wanted was
to spend more time with a bunch of v*****s, but you’re hardly a chick.”
“Thanks,” I said dryly.
Willa smiled mischievously. “That, and I just wanted to get in Troy’s bed.”
Rolling my eyes, closed the door behind me. “Amelia, are you all right?”
“Sure,” she slurred. “I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Wonderful. Apparently, we were all a fucking mess. I was about to order everyone out, and then I realized it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. It wasn’t like I was going to sleep.
“I’ve heard there are pillow fights, hair braiding, and sexual experimentation at these kinds of
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events,” I said finally.
Willa snorted. “Only one of those things remotely interests me.”
Clim
I raised my eyebrows, and she winked at me. “A little truth or dare, maybe some never have I ever, and I bet I could get into your pants.”
“I’m not that lonely,” I joked. “So, what is on the agenda?”
“First, we’re going to have a dance party and get all hyped up. Then we’re going to convince Ms. Bitchy Blues here to shift, purge all the alcohol, and we can go on a girls run. Then we’re gonna play
a marathon of monster movies until we fall asleep,” Willa announced.
“Fuck off,” Amelia grunted. “Just let me be drunk.”
“Nope. So your boyfriend is an asshole. He’s got a lot on his plate,” Willa smacked her with a pillow. “You’d want some time alone too if you’d heard all the horrid things the good doctor said about
your mother.”
My heart went out to Amelia. Finn was hardly her boyfriend, but Willa was right. Finn was going through something right now. And from the way Willa’s voice hitched just a little, I knew she’d been more affected by their journey than she was letting on.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Amelia muttered. “And I’m trying not to be petty. I really am. That’s why I’m
drunk. Now go away.”
“You’re in my room,” I pointed out.
“Oh.” Blinking, she looked around. “So I am.”
She crawled to the edge of the bed, but I sat down and blocked her way.
“Did the doctor say anything about Claudine that we didn’t hear about?”
Willa’s face hardened. “He took one look at Finn and said ‘No wonder your Mama is so certain you will continue her legacy. Nothing but power in you, boy.”
“Oh, Goddess,” Amelia whispered and closed her eyes. “Finn.”
“Yeah.” Shaking her head, Willa seemed to deflate a little. “My family was always loyal to Troy, but my mother raised me on stories of the powerful female alpha. The woman who made men quake at her feet, who ran her clan with an iron fist. I desperately wanted to be her when I grew up. So much so that I’ve been holding out hope that we were wrong about Claudine or that there was some reason for all of this. But she’s just a monster.”
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