For the hundreth time she texted Sebastian with the hopes of finding out what the problem was, her best friend had a bitch fit that concluded in him leaving town – again – before he could even attend the roadtrip. And she had lost Zoey too, last time she saw her was when she mentally tortured Rhiannon Wilde to death, twice.
Genevieve lost herself at some point after midnight, she wasn’t sure when or why but she had faded away and now she had this faint scent of lycan and smoke on her hair, after taking a shower she found herself smell-free. But a part of her was still wondering. What happened? Who happened? Answers were the last thing she was getting and she only came back to her senses upon listening to the soft knock of knuckles on her lonely hotel room door. That was Zoey, she sighed. She wasn’t upset, anymore, in fact she could barely remember. It was sort of hazy. The brunette closed the bathroom’s mirror softly and made her way to the door opening it not too fast in order not to give her a heart attack.
“Here is my favorite lovebird…” she said, tired but thankfully hangover free. Another sentiment was growing deep within her, she was too scared to think about it “I suppose that bottle is a peace offering for whatever madness happened at Joseph’s Tongue Orgy Palooza?”
Was she angry? Was she upset? Was she just plain neutral? She couldn’t tell. Vampires were harder to read than most other species, but they were closely followed by the succubi and the incubi. They had spent years perfecting the art of the poker face and would probably keep perfecting it until there was no trace of the truth left to be seen.
Leaning her head against the door frame, Zoey held up the bottle and nodded sheepishly. Tongue Orly Palooza, yeah, that was a good way to describe it. A lot of tongue action, a lot of drinking, and a hell of a lot of touching. Far too much touching, and not necessarily safe for work either. “Something like that,” she shrugged, looking over Genevieve’s shoulder and into her bedroom. She simply refused to go in there if there was going to be a naked Viktor in Gen’s bed. Zoey had already seen him naked through Genevieve herself, and she didn’t exactly want to see it in the flesh. One brother was enough for her.
