Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
And it made her skin crawl. Like everything she had shared with Lorcan was right there at the surface. Everything that had led to the fight with Graves. She couldn’t…
“I don’t think I can do this,” Kierse admitted as she stepped out of the circle.
She turned away from them in shame. She needed to get over what had happened. She needed to be able to use her triskel. It was more important than the bond with Lorcan. And yet…
“That’s okay,” Gen said. “It was a good thought. We’ll work on it more later.”
Ethan nodded, stepping around to clap his hand on her shoulder. “I know what you need—a night out!”
Everyone looked at him incredulously.
“We could go to Five Points,” Ethan said. “Release some of that energy.”
Gen opened her mouth, but Kierse said quickly, “Maybe I do need a night off. We should all go out.”
“I should probably stay,” Niamh began.
“No! Come with!” Ethan gushed.
Gen looked down and then up at Niamh. “You should come.”
“Definitely,” Kierse said.
“I guess…it’s a party,” Niamh said.
Kierse sure hoped this was a good idea. Training certainly hadn’t been. But her friends and dancing and some alcohol could at least help her forget for one night.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Five Points was slammed when the four of them arrived. Kierse headed up the back to check on Maura before she got too drunk to function. Thankfully, Maura’s pregnancy-induced vomiting had mostly subsided, and she was in better spirits about to head out for her nursing night shift. Maura kissed her cheeks before leaving, and Kierse went to meet her friends.
The nightclub was loud with a heavy bass and wall-to-wall dancers drinking cheap booze. Kierse reached the bar, recognizing a handful of wolves working.
Ethan careened into her side as he pushed a drink into her hand. “It’s a Dreadlord!”
The shot had a silvery sheen like the kind that could take a wolf out if they were shot with a silver bullet. Nate had probably approved of it, thinking it was a joke.
Ethan’s boyfriend, Corey, hugged Kierse. “We’ve missed you!”
“Missed you, too,” Kierse said. She grabbed another shot off the tray and downed it.
“Don’t make my staff have to clean up more vomit off of the floor,” Ronan said by way of greeting.
“Aye-aye,” Kierse said, saluting him.
Gen sidled up to her boyfriend, and he slipped an arm across her shoulders. It was a comical height difference with her slight frame barely coming up to his shoulder. He blew cigarette smoke into the air.
“Are you drinking tonight, babe?” Ronan asked Gen.
She shook her head. “I’m the DD.”
“None of us are driving,” Kierse pointed out. “You can have a drink.”
“It screws with my…” Gen wiggled her hands at the side of her head.
Kierse reached for another shot. “Got it. Keep your wiggles active. I haven’t been drunk in ages. Guess we’ll see what it does to my wiggles.”
Niamh cleared her throat. “I think I’ll take that one.” She plucked the drink from Kierse’s hand and downed it.
“Hey!” she yelled over the deep bass. “I thought the objective was to get me drunk.”
Niamh laughed. “I haven’t been drunk in ages, either. Let me catch up.”
Ethan danced like the party boy he always wanted to be, but they’d grown up in a too-serious world. He and Corey were grinding on the dance floor. Ronan pulled Gen out with them even though Gen looked like she had two left feet and would do anything to avoid this. Still, she laughed with Ronan, and that was something.
“They look good together,” Niamh said as she nursed another fruity drink from the bar. Her Irish accent thickened along with the booze.
“Oh boy,” Kierse said. “I may be the last person to offer relationship advice.”
“I didn’t ask for relationship advice,” Niamh said. “I just said…they look good together.”
Kierse rolled her eyes. “Pass me another shot.” She didn’t want to get into the dynamics of the impending trainwreck that was Niamh, Gen, and Ronan.
She let the pulse of the music settle into her skin as she took another drink from the bar and threw it back. She was beginning to feel just past the point of tipsy.
“Just say it. It’s all over your face,” Niamh said.
“Who am I to say that you should go after the girl directly in front of you who worships the ground you walk on?” Kierse put her hand to her chest and fluttered her eyelashes at Niamh.
“I don’t need anyone to worship me.”
Kierse waggled her eyebrows. “I dated a lot of girls. Every one of them liked to be worshipped. With your tongue, preferably.”
Niamh dropped her head back and laughed. “Perhaps we’ve messed up not getting you drunk sooner. You’re funny.”
Kierse lifted her glass. “Just trying to ignore the fact that Lorcan is getting closer.”
Niamh sighed. “He’s coming here?”
“Yep.” Kierse punctuated the end of the word by tipping her drink back. “I just want to get drunk and dance and maybe pickpocket a few people!”