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Sienna felt a tingle of joy when she arrived at the party and Adrienne hugged her. Adrienne was the epitome of cool—badass and beautiful. She introduced a very subdued Scarlett and Adrian to her new friend, noticing how Adrian's eyes almost fell out of his head at the sight of her. She was probably his idea of the perfect woman.

They followed the elegant goth girl into the kitchen where the drinks were laid out.

"I don't want to drink alcohol," Adrian said. "Make me tea."

Without warning, Adrienne grabbed him by his arm, inspecting one before doing the same to the other.

"They don't seem broken to me," she declared. "Make your own tea."

"I wasn't asking you," he said, curling up his lip. He looked positively outraged—as if he might rip out her throat with his bare hands.

"You weren't asking anyone," Adrienne shot back. She grabbed a couple of beers in one hand and Sienna in the other, leading her into the living room while loudly asking Damien to have a word with his 'dickhead mate.'