The Bonfire - 2

“Well, if it isn’t the belle of the ball!” Quinn’s sickly, sweet voice echoes from behind me. Because why not add her to my steadily growing list of problems this evening? It’s not like I have enough to worry about.

Clenching my jaw, I calm down before turning toward her and bowing. I’m really getting sick of having to look at the ground.

“May the waters blessed by the moon—”

“Save it, Pride.” Quinn waves off my greeting with a flick of her wrist and strolls toward me, swishing her hips aggressively. Wesley’s not around, so it must be to assert dominance in front of their friends gathered at her back.

She tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiles sweetly. “Tonight’s about letting loose. We can leave all those formalities behind, right?”

Quinn doesn’t wait for my answer before she starts laying into me.

“You know, I didn’t think you had it in you. But I’ve gotta say, you’re full of surprises, Pride.” She scans me head to toe as if appraising my new value. “Who would have