LIAM
I watch as the boy with pink hair dances, grinding on someone else as if they are the only ones on the floor.
Eyes are on them, seeming oblivious to them as they giggle and twerk, rubbing on each other and fuck if that isn't hot.
"I am getting mine."
My best friend growls as he sits beside me, watching his mate whisper something on mine. They laugh as they twirl around, having the time of their life.
Day called me when they got here just to let me know where rain was, something I know rain doesn't know yet.
He hasn't reached out or even looked for me since the time we were flirting through our bond. Now, he is grinding and dancing seductively with day on the dance floor, not a single person daring to get close to them.
They wouldn't dare. Despite us not being there with them, everyone knows that they belong to us, and touching them would be courting death.