Page 29 of Misted

Her posture hunches forward as if to attack. “It is.”

Scar laughs in a long, fake sound. “He can squash you like an insignificant ant. Learn to play with people your size, Goth girl.”

Molly flips her hair back and smirks. “That’s rich coming from a shorty like you.”

Scar is about to say something but is cut off when Mist’s door swings open. She walks outside, wearing a long-sleeved robe over the nightgown from earlier. It’s tightly secured around her slender waist, and I replay the picture of her fingers sliding inside her and my cock wishing it could replace them.

Mist must’ve felt my gaze on her because she crosses her arms under her chest. She thinks she’s being defensive, but all I can focus on is the tightening of her breasts against her robe. They’ve become bigger and more mouth-watering since the last time I touched them.

“What’s going on here?” Her hard gaze strays from Scar to Molly, making sure not to meet mine.

Run away, Hellion. See where that takes you.

Molly jogs to Mist and clings to her arm like a lost kid who found her mother. “They were bullying me, Misty.” She casts a sly, secretive smirk at Scar.

I squint but guard my silence.

Mist cuts Scar a glare so harsh, it would’ve brought a weaker person to their knees. “Molly is my guest. Learn to respect her.”

Scar tilts her head to the side with a manic smile. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll kick you out of here.”

“You don’t have to do that for me.” Molly sounds like an innocent damsel in distress. Once Mist isn’t looking, she smirks at Scar.

“You might be the madam, but...” Scar motions between herself and Mist. “We’re equals. You have no power over me, witch.”

“We’ll see about that.” Mist’s face remains as cold as a stone and she’s not even glancing my way.

She’s strong, I give her that. But again, if she could stab me in the back without blinking, then she ought to be a heartless monster.

Molly waggles her eyebrows, giving us taunting looks. Scar starts forward. I clutch her arm and pull her back. She’ll murder Molly with her bare hands if she keeps provoking her. That will make her Mist’s enemy, and that’s off the fucking table.

I’m the only enemy Mist gets.

Her monstrosity is mine.

Her fall is mine.

Even her animosity is fucking mine.

I meet Scar’s gaze and motion behind me, silently communicating to let it go. Thankfully, she sighs and drops it, but not before flipping Molly the finger with a wide grin on her face.

“Come back fast, Hawky!” She kisses my cheek and saunters towards the stairs.

“Disgusting,” Molly mutters. “Get a room.”

I barge into her space, standing toe-to-toe. She instinctively pushes back. Mist unfolds her arms and tries to step between us, but I get even closer until there’s no space between me and Molly and I can smell her vanilla scent. The younger woman stares up at me with wide eyes and swallows audibly. I’m sure my fucking scary, lifeless eyes are doing the job.

She should know better than to mess with any Team Zero. Especially me.

“Do that again and you’ll have a personal problem with me.”

Molly laughs with cringing awkwardness. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Get lost.”

She casts a glance at Mist. Thankfully, the latter pulls her from in front of me. “Go.”