SPENCER
The past
It’s Halloween,and I’m anxious.
Not that I let anyone see it. I play it cool as I wait out in front of the old, half-burned down building where the party is being held tonight. My best friend Whit planned the entire thing, and we ditched class so we could set up all afternoon, anticipating pretty much everyone he invited showing up. Considering he sent out a mass text to the entire junior and senior class, that’s a lot of people.
Whit doesn’t give a damn. His family owns Lancaster Prep—they have for generations. Centuries. He can do whatever the hell he wants, and no one is going to stop him. One of the perks of being close to a Lancaster.
What’s that like, being so secure in your position you don’t worry what anyone thinks? Personally, I have no clue, though I’m surrounded by the arrogance that makes up the Lancaster family. I choose to be too—I actually like the arrogant son of a bitch. Whit is one of my closest friends, and his little sister Sylvie is my…
Shit. I don’t know what she is to me.
As I lean against the crumbling brick wall, the loud music pounding in my head, throbbing in my chest, I bring the bottle of beer to my lips and sip. My gaze is locked on the trail that leads to the building, waiting for my pretty little angel to make her appearance.
That’s what I call her, when I have her in my arms, my lips on her neck, breathing in her delectable scent. She’s an angel. Heaven sent. With a sweet mouth and flashing blue eyes and the evilest laugh. That’s why it’s fun to call her my angel.
Sylvie Lancaster is really the devil in disguise.
Of course, her brother dresses up as Satan for Halloween, because Whit is also the fucking devil. The only difference is, he owns it. He’s currently got one of the hottest girls in our class on his lap, showing him all of her attention, though I can tell just from the look on his face that he’s bored out of his skull. Caitlyn might be hot, but she’s also not a challenge, and Whit loves a challenge.
Like Summer Savage. Not quite sure what’s going on there, but there’s something between the two of them. He’s pretty tight-lipped about it, so I let it go. Sylvie fills me in on what she knows, and what she suspects, but she’s as much in the dark as I am.
“About fucking time she shows up,” Whit mutters when lights cut across our faces.
I glance up to find a golf cart headed in our direction, Sylvie behind the wheel. She’s laughing, her hair streaming behind her in the wind, and I barely acknowledge the fact that Summer’s sitting beside her on the bench seat.
My gaze is only for Sylvie.
She pulls up right in front of us and parks the golf cart, shouting, “The party has arrived, bitches!” before she throws her arms up in the air.
She’s dressed as a dark angel with plenty of pale skin on display: black corset top that shows off her cleavage and black shorts that make her legs look impossibly long. Giant black wings loom behind her, covered in shiny black feathers that look real. Her eye makeup is dark, her lips a deep blood red, and she looks…
Fucking beautiful.
Her gaze darts from face to face, and I wonder if she’s looking for me.
I bet she is.
I pull away from the crowd, taking a step toward the golf cart, saying the first thing that crosses my mind.
“Looking fine as hell tonight, Sylvie.”
“Why thank you, prince of darkness.” She hops out of the golf cart and approaches me eagerly, patting my chest as she smiles up at me before she glances over her shoulder. “Check out Summer.”
My gaze shifts to Summer, my eyes widening as she climbs out of the golf cart. “Uh, holy shit.”
If I thought Sylvie’s costume was skimpy, she’s got nothing on Summer. Ironically enough, she’s dressed as a devil, just like Whit. A red-sequined tube top barely covers her chest, and I swear to God she’s wearing skintight red panties, fishnet stockings on her legs.
Whit is either going to attack her when he sees her, or demand she put some clothes on.
Most likely the latter. He won’t like seeing her on such display. He’s so damn territorial all the time, which means if he has any interest in her, he won’t want anyone even looking in her direction.
“Is it too much?” Summer stops directly in front of Sylvie and me, resting her hands on her hips in a provocative pose.
I’m trying to take her in, but I don’t want to stare too hard. I can feel Sylvie watching me. “Does Whit know about this?”
Summer’s expression turns annoyed and she pushes past us, shoulder checking me. “Fuck Whit Lancaster. I don’t care what he thinks.”