DIRTY BLOOD | TR ✔︎

THREE ➢ RIDDLE

Since it's the first weekend since we got back, Theo and Mattheo are already demanding a Slytherin party.

My frustration is already through the roof.

My father has made me one of his generals, meaning it's my job to boss around a bunch of incompetent adults. It's my job to groom them into perfect foot soldiers, to help them learn to fight and keep them alive.

But that's not deterring their drive. They want drinks, they want drugs, they want sex. They want a party.

And a party they got, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

The Slytherin common room is decked with green and silver and black, the bar flowing with alcohol and rows of joints beneath the counter, hidden from view. People dance to music, bodies swaying in crowds.

The room reeks of booze and sex, two things Slytherin parties are notorious for.

My head tilts to the portrait as it swings open, the only Gryffindors invited to the party walk in with their plus ones. With George is Katie Bell, and with Fred is...

is her.

Kaeda Wyatt.

In a tiny red dress that clings to her breasts and her round ass like a second skin. Her hair is in long curls at the middle of her back, a gloss on her lips and a smile blinding me from across the room.

Fred's hand is on the small of her back and, fuck, I want to cut it off.

My fingers flex around my glass of whiskey and I toss the whole drink back, needing to relax in order to not go over to the less annoying Weasley twin and rip him limb from limb.

My eyes burn holes into her and she can feel it because she looks up at me every few seconds, my gaze unwavering.

She's fucking gorgeous and it kills me that she's arrived with Fred Weasley.

"You look like you're fighting the urge to go eat her." Theo comments, materializing from thin air, apparently. He brings his beer to his lips while moving slowly with the music.

I roll my eyes at his words and he feigns hurt at my actions, placing his hand over his chest in an offended way.

"Gods, Riddle." He grumbles in annoyance, shaking his head. "You need to get laid."

I scoff, placing my empty glass on the table. "I've been trying. Every girl here wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole."

Theo snorts. "Probably because you touched them with your ten foot pole."

I huff in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean against the wall, my eyes still following her every movement.

"Or, maybe, it's just not the girl you want." He says, following my gaze right to her.

I want to rip out his eyes for even looking in her direction.

And then I remember the slip up that he'd had when he was drunk and my anger begins to unravel. He can't touch her because he and Gryphon will die.

He sips his beer some more, his head tilting towards the dance floor where Gryphon is with Mona and Hayden. The three of them are shaking their asses at one another, smiles on their faces.