The Curse ✔️

Chapter 32: Bad Behaviour

The last brush of mascara I added to my left eye glued three lashes together, making me look like a complete fucking amateur. With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed a cotton pad and removed the excess makeup off the lashes.

"You know." Morta stood next to me. "I'm pretty sure demons don't care if your makeup is perfect."

No, I had neither time nor patience to answer.

"I'm almost ready." I said, heart pounding through the thin silk of my red mini-dress.

"You look like a whore."

I almost messed up my mascara again, "That was the plan."

"Yeah, I mean, sure." The girl put her hand on her hip, the only movement I saw at the periphery of my vision. "We said dress for the party, not a demon-hunting mission."

"Exactly." Finally satisfied, I stepped away from the mirror.

"We did not say wear a silk nightgown and no underwear."

"This is not a nightgown." I looked down at the sleeveless dress.

Sure, the material was thin and silken, the dress was loose enough to pull up with ease and tight enough to enhance my figure, and the tiny straps forming an X on my back were lacy, but it was not a nightgown.

"Uh-huh." Morta crossed her hands on her chest, her black top lifting up, revealing her thin white waist.

"You look like a whore, too." I raised my eyebrow, eying the black shorts showing her butt and the fishnet stockings ending in her Doc Martens.

Morta's sharp dark purple lips spread into a grin, "I always look like a whore. You are trying to sleep with Leon."

"Okay, I'm ready!" Amma entered my room and stepped on the carpet with her olive green rubber boots.

She wore sturdy wide pants and a jacket made out of the same material. On her hands, she had rubber gloves matching the boots. She put the black backpack on the carpet.

"You look like a gardener." Morta murmured.

Amma eyed us, "Why are you two dressed like you're not going to hunt a demon?"

"Jade is trying to sleep with Leon." Morta pointed at me.

"I don't have to try to sleep with him." I countered.

"I don't care." Amma interjected, eyes wide. "If the black ooze touches you and you die a horrible and painful death, I want it on record that I told you to wear gloves."

"Well, I have boots." I grabbed black knee-high heeled boots and put them on.

"Goddess." Morta mumbled. "You're getting desperate."

"Shut up."

Amma clapped, "Let's go! We have to go!"

My stomach upturned as reality set in.

"Is everyone in position?" I looked between the two girls.

"Bella has eyes on Vice Mage Montgomery." Morta took out her phone. "He's having a meeting in his chambers right now, but only Darth and Lange are with him. Dean is at the party, Lorenia and Thar are there, whispering in a corner." Morta looked up. "That's a quote."

They were probably trying to figure out what happened to the Headmaster. Our advanced demon-hunting study group figured they were dead.

"Okay." I took in a deep breath. "The rest of the teachers?"

"In their quarters." Morta said. "Eugene is guarding the exit right now, but I'll take over as soon as we head downstairs."

"I'm meeting Eugene at the back entrance to the eastern building." Amma glanced at her phone. "In ten minutes." Palpable nervousness gripped her expression. "We're going to need a solid distraction to enter the building."