54. Demons Love an Excuse for a Gathering. And Sex
“Quite collected at cocktail parties,
meanwhile in my head
I'm undergoing open-heart surgery.”
― Anne Sexton, Transformations
Ragna
The plan was simple. Then it was blown out of proportion by the very people who swore not to. I seethed in the middle of my room as I watched the scene layout before me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as my cousins continued to snicker. Frier looked unbothered. Skylar and Marcus were uncomfortable, and Merkson was smirking.
I hang my head back in frustration. Refusing to meet anyone’s eyes I looked at the ceiling just as the woman finally bounded towards me, swaying her hips seductively and the clicking of her heels echoed in the room. The human had the gall to sit on my lap, and almost immediately I slid h
