Forty-Seven

FLEKI

"Luna will be your date for the ball, right?" Reid asked from where he was sitting across me in my study.

"Yes, of course," it was going to be Luna so I didn't understand why he was asking an obvious question, "should that even be a question?"

"Well," he shrugged indifferently, "it shouldn't be a question but recent developments have made it into one."

I cocked my brows questioningly at him because I don't understand what he was talking about.

"I mean with your recent infatuation with the blue-haired girl, I was thinking she'd be the eye candy and the plaything you'd want to flaunt that day and besides, she's way prettier than Luna."

"She's just a whore," I gritted out, angry at myself that the first thing that popped into my mind at his words were images of her dressed in a blue gown that accentuated her blue eyes and hair for the party. I could picture her hanging by my hands, her pouty lips coated in red and her being the envy of every single female at the ball because she su