(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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I leave Goldy while I find a waiter, because I need a drink. Quickly, I manage to get my hands on a champagne glass and I drink it like a man emerging from the desert.
My eyes follow Xavier leading Goldy to the dance floor. With his silver mask and tie and Goldy's silver mask and dress, they look like a match made in heaven. I hate it. But I can't deny it.
Somehow Goldy's hand looks so perfect in Xavier's and together they look like they can conquer the world. It's funny how the smallest things can change everything. Like if Amber didn't jump in front of that bullet, maybe we'd be on that dance floor right now. Or if Xavier and Amber didn't learn to be good people, they'd be the most feared couple the world has ever seen. They could make cities melt and burn and crumble under them.
I watch closely to see if Xavier would also have to concentrate to not step on Goldy's dress. When the song starts playing - a mysterious song promising both doom and a happy ending, Xavier lowers to pick up the tail of Amber's dress and hook it onto her finger. Smart man.
As soon as they start moving, I feel my eyes burn while I'm smiling. Not once do they break eye contact in their bold, captivating steps. Even the people around move away in fear of catching fire.
That. That is what I want. That is what the world wants. And without even realizing it, they have it.
Not strong enough to keep looking at everything I'm not, I do a quick turn and nearly crash into the red seductress in front of me.
"Careful where ye're goin', Man-candy," Nessa smirks.
I don't reply and instead let my eyes devour her appearance. Only Nessa would be confident enough to show up in a leotard with a see-through, fur-lined dress. The red fox-mask almost blends with her hair and those warm, mischievous eyes underneath is feasting on me just as much. You can count on Nessa to distract you long enough to repair your heart for a little while.
"Ye just goin' to stand there or be a proper lad and actually ask me to dance?" Nessa asks and puts her hands on her hips. Just a few nights ago I was the one grabbing those hips...
