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“What a shame,” he commented with a tsk. “Want me to come to your room and give you a quickie?”
“I don’t need a quickie!” I hissed and lowered my voice, knowing Viktor was probably listening to this madness. “Are you high on drugs?”
“No.” He laughed. “I am on my second cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke!” I gasped in horror. “Has my playboy become the ultimate sinner?!”
“You sound more excited than disappointed in me,” Saint pointed out with a cunning voice. "I bet it would make you happy if I became a bad boy.”
“I mean, that Dark Lord part of you was kinda hot,” I admitted before quickly adding, “Don’t you go summoning him or else NYC is fucked.”
“You’re tempting me,” he quietly growled. “Maybe you can FaceTime me so I can see you in that two-piece combo Arthur gave you again.”
“So you WERE here!” I exclaimed and proceeded to put the phone on FaceTime and lay it on the marble mirrored countertop of the vanity. “Hey.”
“Hey, Willow babe,” he greeted. “Where’s Vikky?”
“He’s…uhhh…” I began and glanced around but realized he was literally gone. “Um. I don’t even know. He was here a minute ago.”
“Bet he’s jealous.”
“Jealous?” I gasped. “We’re connected just like the rest of the pack. Nothing to be jealous of.”
“I had my hopes you two would fuck.”
“We wouldn’t have time to do that,” I reasoned. “We have a runway show, remember? I don’t even know how much time is left.”
“You were only out for about fifteen minutes so. We’ve got 35 minutes left and you need twenty to get ready for Arthur to help you look flawless.”
“Which means he’s going to be here in ten minutes,” I concluded. “Not enough time…,” I trailed off as an odd ringing drew my attention.
“Willow?”
“Do you hear that ringing?”
“What ringing, baby?” Saint inquired as he took a puff of his almost finished cigarette.
“It’s like…a ringing noise. From afar? Maybe it’s my ears? Let me get Viktor. He’s probably outside the r—”
“Willow, stay completely still.” It was the harshness in Saint’s voice that encouraged me to comply. “Just focus on me. Don’t look at anything else.”
“Why?” I whispered and tried to see if Bria knew what was happening, but I realized she was gone from my subconscious.
In fact, everything was fading away…piece by piece.
I tried not to notice it from the reflective surface of the vanity, but the ceiling of beige was cloaked in an odd grey, the color making me bite my lip to stop myself from freaking out.
“Guys, something’s wrong.”I could hear Saint’s voice in my head which had to mean he was contacting the others.“Someone’s pulling a mental trap on Willow.”
“Willow’s right here,”Viktor declared. “She’s at the vanity.”
"I’m on FaceTime with her, Viktor,” Saint stressed. “She’s at the vanity, but everything around her is changing!”
“She’s not on the phone with anyone,” Viktor noted, but there was an odd stillness in my mind as his voice then came in and out. “Fucking…it’s a…hex! Wi…Will…”
He was trying to call out to me, but it kept cutting off, which left me to continue staring down at the phone while I remained completely still.
“Fuck. Willow. Listen. I think I’m the only one who can reach you in whatever magic realm shit you’ve been pulled into. You need to stay completely still, baby.”
