Jolie takes one final look in the mirror, "And we are good to go." She turns back to me and strikes a pose.

Thank god for that. I don't know how much more of this glam shit I can take. Jolie struts over to where I’m leaning against the wall and puts her arm around my shoulders.

"Oh, trust me it’ll be worth it once you see my brothers faces," she says, waggling her brows and sporting a mischievous grin. My cheeks heat at the mention of my warriors.

We make our way out of my bedroom door and down the stairs. The guys are kicking back on the couch. Oliver is slouched over, fiddling with a rubix cube. His tongue is slightly stuck out, which is cute as. Blair and Declan are immersed in conversation, arguing about each other's views on what's going on outside. At the mention of the storm, my heart squeezes.

Trying to shake it off, I look towards Harlan. He's sitting next to Declan, looking to be off in his own world, staring off into space, but I don't pry and try to read his thoughts.

The room is suddenly silent. Looking around, I see everyone’s mouths are open and their eyes are widened.

Oliver clears his throat. "Fuck me, princess, you scrub up alright."

I chuckle, rubbing my now sweaty hands down my dress. The guys all nod their heads in agreement. I guess Jolie was right; I’m definitely getting laid tonight. If not once, maybe twice?

Yes, you will be, Harlan growls into my mind.

"Before you all get too carried away,” Jolie interrupts, placing her hand on her hip. “Where are we having the party?"

Blair smirks. "We have set it up downstairs in the training room."

Now I’m curious to see what they’ve done.

Blair leads the way, and the guys follow.

Harlan comes up next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. Leaning in, he kisses my forehead.

You look beautiful.

I smile at his sweet words as we make our way down into my favourite torture chamber. I hear music blaring from inside. Just as we hit the bottom step, Harlan covers my eyes with his hands. "What the hell?" I whine.

"It’ll will be worth it. Trust us," Declan whispers into my ear. I shiver at his words, not expecting him to be so close.

Declan guides me into the room while Harlan still covers my eyes. When we stop, Harlan removes his hands and I cover my mouth in shock. The training room is unrecognisable. It’s dark apart from the colourful disco lights scattered around, shining light in blues, greens and pinks. In the centre, they’ve set up a dance floor and music is blaring from the stereo. Toilet paper is hanging from the ceiling and I giggle at the sight. They mustn't have had anything else to decorate with. But it’s the thought that counts. My eyes glisten at what the guys have done - all to keep our minds off what’s going on outside.

"Guys, it’s beautiful," I say over the music, wiping away the tear that falls down my cheek.

Looking around, I find everyone smiling. Jolie skips off to the music jack, picking out the next song. There’s a table set up with plastic cups and a keg. I have no idea what’s inside the keg, but I guess I’d soon find out. Declan beats me to the table, pouring a drink into a cup.

“Where the hell did you get this keg and all this stuff from?” I ask curious.

“We have a lot of supplies kept here.” Declan answers.

Handing it to me, he says, "Drink up."

I don't bother looking. I just bring it to my lips, tip my head back and let the liquid roll down my throat. It's beer, but it has a lemon kick to it. It’s like nothing I’ve tasted before. Surprisingly, I love it.

"That’s some good shit," I mutter, taking another sip.

“Of course, it is." Oliver smirks, pouring himself a cup. "It’s our brew.”

The music stops, changing to LMFAO’s ‘Shots'. I burst out laughing at Jolie's choice. It’s simply perfect. If only we had real shots to take right now. For now, I would just get drunk on this beer.

Pouring myself another one, I join Jolie on the dance floor. She claps her hands together, stepping from left to right. I laugh out loud at her dance moves. Keeping my cup in my hand, I move my body to the beat, swinging my arse, getting into the rhythm. The last time I went out was with Kayla at my old job. I smile at the memory; it was the last time we’d had a night out together. And it wouldn’t be the final time. I knew deep down it wouldn't... it couldn't be.

Trying to distract myself from my thoughts, I finish off another cup, enjoying the light buzz. Blair, Oliver and Declan join us on the dance floor. Blair wraps his hands around my waist and we move together as one. Leaning back into his body, my eyes close at the feeling of his hardness against my back.

I feel Declan approach. He takes the cup out of my hand, returning a minute later with a fresh drink. I down some, enjoying the lemon taste that goes down my throat. It's been so long since we’ve all relaxed and let go.

Of course, we haven't had time to do this, and to be honest, I don't think we should be doing this right now, but it sure does feel good to let loose, even just for the night. Tomorrow we’d have to deal with what’s ahead, but right now, we’d celebrate our recent success together. I zone back into the party, realising the song playing is Beyoncé’s 'Single Ladies'.

Looking toward Jolie, I see her face has lit up as she continues to stomp her feet around, singing out loud in the chorus, entertaining me with her dance moves. Deep down, though, I know she’s disappointed Elijah isn't here.

With Blair dancing up behind me, I enjoy this moment with my warriors. I relax back into him as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving me a tight squeeze. Declan takes away my cup, throwing it out of sight. Smirking, he reaches out for my hands, pulling me from Blair's embrace. I look over my shoulder to catch Blair's face fall for a second before he smiles at me, telling me it’s okay; he’ll steal me back later to play.

I couldn't wait to see what play time entailed. The way this beer is going to my head, I’d totally be up for some fun tonight. Turning back, I find Declan's eyes sparked with heat. The good thing about my warriors being able to read my mind is that I never have to speak out loud what I wanted - they already knew the moment I thought it.

Declan drops my hands, opening his arms wide in invitation. I don't hesitate to close the distance between us. The moment our bodies touch, I shiver. The way our bodies moulded together so perfectly, it made sense that we’re fated to be together. The way my warriors make me feel is like nothing else. Never in my life have I felt such a deep connection to anyone, or in my case, multiple men.

He slowly moves his hands lower down my back, and everywhere he touches, my body reacts. His hands land on my arse, and he gives it a strong squeeze. Heat floods in my panties in response. Throwing my head back, I can't stop the moan that slips through my lips. Leaning back, Declan surprises me by grabbing hold of my hand and spinning me. I bump into something hard and I instantly know it’s Harlan.

He hands me a drink, which I take, finishing it in one mouthful. The buzz going on in my head is a pure delight. A giggle bursts from my lips. I have no idea what I’m laughing about, but god it feels good. I look up at Harlan, who now holds me tightly against him with his hands possessively on my arse. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly in a lopsided grin just as he slaps my right cheek. I squeal and lean further into his body. The cheeky bugger is quite pleased with himself, and as much as I want to punch him in the chest right now, I can’t because I fucking loved it. I don't know if it’s the drink talking, but I’m keen for some kinky shit tonight.

Harlan's face lights up. He leans down and I tilt my head in the opposite direction. "You’re going to get it tonight, my kinky vixen," he whispers.

He bites down on my earlobe and I melt. Lowering his mouth, he kisses, bites and sucks my neck. I’d no doubt see marks there tomorrow, but right now I couldn't give two fucks; it felt too darn good. His hand snags out latching on to the back of my head. We stare into each other’s eyes. His pupils are dilated probably matching my own. He lowers his eyes to my mouth, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

With that one gesture, I lose it, closing the distance between us. Our lips smash together, an explosion of dominance. Our tongues come together as one. Oliver comes up behind me. That guy never likes missing out on the action.

"Get a room," Jolie yells out over the muffled music I could no longer make out.

Everything around me vanishes the moment I get intimate with my warriors. That's the impact they have on me and my body; total control. It's the only time I let go and allow someone else to take charge. Oliver's hardness grinds into my back, causing me to press myself closer to Harlan. Our mouths are still joined together, and I moan, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he gently pulls back, causing my panties to soak.

Letting go of my lip, Harlan leans his forehead against mine. He says, "As much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck your brains out right here, right now…" He sensually looks me up and down. "I think we should save it for later. Let's enjoy the night before Jolie has a hissy fit." Nodding, Harlan removes his hands from my arse, leans in and kisses my cheek. He joins Jolie who looks to be having a lot of fun by herself. Her head is back, and she’s screaming out the lyrics to Rhianna's ‘Disturbia’.

"Thief in the night to come and grab you," she yells, completely out of tune.

I lean back into Oliver and smile, finding our rhythm as our hips sway. I cover my mouth, trying to hide the laughter, as I watch Blair, Declan and Harlan on the dance floor.  

They each have their own style; Blair is stiff - just nodding his head to the beat. Harlan moves his head from side to side. Declan claps his hands to the beat moving his hips slightly. Jolie is the funniest though, she’s dancing around like a ballerina, singing along . If only she knew the words! She’s mucking up every time, covering it with her own made-up one. It’s hilarious. 

The night goes on the same; we all dance together, letting go of our responsibilities for the night. It’s so good to see everyone relax. It’s something I haven't really experienced since getting here. I stopped drinking about an hour ago; I wanted to remember everything about this night. Jolie suddenly screams and breaks into a run. She throws her hands down to the ground, attempting to do a cartwheel.

She fails epically.

Lands on her arse.

Still, she bursts out laughing.

The laughter soon turns to tears. Running over to her, I gather her in my arms. She lets go, letting out all her built-up emotions. I guess that's what happens when you have so much to drink. Something so funny turns into tears. Poor Jolie.

"Time for bed, sweetie," I say, placing her hand over my shoulders.

She wobbles as she stands, but I manage to get her up. I’ve sobered up a little bit after not having a drink for the past hour.

Harlan takes Jolie out of my arms. "I’ve got her. You go and relax.”

My heart melts at his words. My big stubborn leader is such a sweetie. Who would’ve known that behind his tough exterior is a huge heart. I sigh and walk over to join Blair sitting on the workout mat. I turn to Blair, but he's staring into thin air, deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, leaning back on my hands.

He rubs his chin. "Ah, nothing you need to worry about, Princess," he mumbles under his breath, avoiding my eyes.

I know he’s just as worried as I am about what's going to happen. He's trying to hide it from me.

Good try, Blair, but you can't hide anything from me, not now. Not ever.

Sitting up, I take his hand and give it a squeeze. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a half smile. We sit in silence just in our own little bubble of peace and quiet. 

Declan turns off the music and Oliver struts over with a huge cheeky smile on his face. The mood between Blair and me changes instantly.

"What you so happy about, bro?" Blair asks, his brows raised.

Oliver's hands are behind his back, hiding something from us. Along with the cheeky grin on his face, something tells me he's up to no good.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he teases, keeping whatever he has hidden from view. 

I jump up, reaching around him and trying to grab whatever he’s hiding. He skips out of the way just as my hand touches something plastic. What the hell is that? We do a little dance, stepping side to side, both laughing our heads off.

"Quit it already and show me," I whinge in my best baby voice.

He stops and gives me a lopsided grin. "How can I resist you with that cute little voice?"

Putting my hand on my hip, I wait for Oliver to spill. He shows me what he has in his and I cover my mouth, holding back the laughter. He has a bag full of weed. What the hell? I didn't even think they grew that here or knew about it for that matter. Blair jumps up, snatching the bag out of Oliver's hands. Blair’s jaw dropped open.

"Where the fuck did you get this?" he asks, inspecting it thoroughly like a prized possession. "This shit is good," he comments, looking at Oliver for answers. 

Oliver scratches the back of his head and chuckles. "I’ve had it saved for a special occasion."

"You know Elijah? He always has some growing at his place." Oliver shrugs like it’s common knowledge.

Blair walks off in search for something. My guess is it’s something to smoke the weed in.

"Have you gotten high before, my princess?" Oliver asks. 

I fold my arms over my chest. "Is that a challenge?"

"Not at all, just a question," he replies smugly.

I look Oliver up and down and smirk. "I’m no angel, Oliver. You of all people should know that by now."

A muscle in his jaw jumped. I know how much those words turn him on. He loves it when I’m a cheeky little vixen. We stare at each other, eyes heated until Blair returns and breaks our moment. 

"And that's how you roll a joint," Blair says proudly, his shoulders are rolled back, his chest puffed out.

He passes it to Oliver, whose eyes light up. He lifts it up to smell it, his mouth lifting in the cheekiest grin. "Let's get this bad boy lit up, shall we?" He shoves his hand into his pocket, lifting out a box of matches.

Placing the joint between his lips, he lights a match and brings it to the joint. Drawing in a deep breath, he pulls the joint out blowing out a cloud of smoke. The smell is instantly overpowering, but that sweet pine causes my eyes to close. It’s been so long since I toked up. I know it’ll go straight to my head, but that’s exactly what I need right now, something to clear my mind before the sun rose. Tomorrow we’d face whatever James had to hit us with.

After Blair takes his drag, he passes it to me. Lifting it up, I place it between my lips, drawing in until the smoke hits the back of my throat. I take a long drag, pulling in as much as I can in one hit. Letting go, I exhale the smoke causing everything in front of me to go hazy, blocking my vision. Once the smoke clears, I find Blair and Oliver beaming at me. Declan and Harlan join us, their expressions stuck between shocked and confused.

"What? Never seen a girl smoke before?" I ask, my voice husky.

Harlan scratches the back of his head. "Not like that. You know what you’re doing."

I shrug like it’s no big deal.

Passing the joint to Harlan, he smiles and takes his drag. My knees start to get weak, so I sit on to the ground, crossing one leg over the other. The guys follow my lead.

Harlan rests his hand on my leg, and I look at him. His eyes are blazing red. A deep laugh rumbles up from my belly. I try to hold it in, but it bursts out and then I can’t stop laughing. Harlan joins me and we end up in hysterics, laughing at who knows what anymore. Clutching my side, I fall backwards, still laughing my head off. God, it felt good to let go.

"What the fuck are you two even laughing at," Declan questions.

I try to remember what set us off, but it doesn't matter; everything is funny right now.

"Harlan! He’s just so funny," I say between giggles.

Oliver cackles loudly, causing me to laugh even harder. My stomach aches in protest. My heavy thoughts fade and are replaced with happy thoughts of flying unicorns.

"Can unicorns fly?" I ask seriously. Everyone bursts out laughing.

"I wish I could fly," Declan says, his voice rough. "That would be fucking amazing. Imagine that, above the world, looking down, watching everyone." I mumble under my breath.

My thoughts drift off, imagining flying above Silvia. "Can you fly Oliver."

"I’m an animal shifter, Dara. Of course, I can fly."

"Will you take me flying one day?" 

"Of course. Anything for you."

My eyes light up thinking about how cool it would be. My warriors are bloody amazing, and I’m so lucky to call them, all mine.

Blair taps my arm and passes me the joint. Drawing in, the smoke gets caught at the back of my throat, I sit up and cough heavily. Blair pats me on the back, just as Declan appears in front of me with a drink. I smile at him gratefully. I take a huge gulp, not realising what it is before it’s too late. I cough again, choking. It tastes lethal, like straight liquor.

"What the hell was that?" I grit out, my brows drawn together. Declan kneels in front of me, chuckling. "Just some good straight alcohol. Sorry, it’s all I could find." He shrugs.

I scrunch up my face. "All good. Just warn me next time, okay?" My fingers start to tingle, the sensation moving up my arms at a rapid pace. Looking down at my hands, I get sucked in to how cool they are. Moving them around, I check out every detail from my fingernails to my palms with their indented lines. 

Declan takes my hands, distracting me. I have no idea how much time has passed. I look up at him, finding he’s sporting a cheeky grin.

"What's got you so zoned out, missy? Is it something to do with these cute little hands?" he teases, giving them a squeeze. Fluttering my eyelashes at him, I say, “How cool are hands?” He chuckles. "I think someone needs to get ready for bed. This weed is killing your brain cells." My face falls. "No, you party pooper," I whine, not wanting this night to end. I’m having too much fun. My body gets heavy. I feel my body falling towards the ground. Someone’s strong arms catch me, pulling me in the hard lines of their body. "Come on Princess, it’s time for bed."

I groan in protest just as everything goes black.