Free Toxic Part Two (Celestra Series Book 7.5) by Addison Moore Page B

remove them from the planet.”
    Marshall flings open the door and I find myself staring in the face of a pissed off, rather dazed and confused, Michelle Miller.
    “Expecting company?” I look over at Marshall.
    “What’s going on?” She demands.
    Michelle plucks at a long, dark curl over and over as if its code for some sexual promise. She’s dressed to seduce with a skintight sweater, no bra and a pair of bright red FMs that look suspiciously like a pair Brielle lent me once.
    “Just hanging out,” I say before a thought comes to me. “You wanna come in? We were just about to play a game.”
    “Sure,” she says, crossing the threshold, her gaze never leaving Marshall’s blessed-by-God face.
    “Shelly, you can’t stay.” Marshall gently pushes her back out. “Skyla and I are calling it a night. We’ve a game to play in private.” He’s quick to let the sexual implications fly.
    “You are sleeping with him!” She slices her nails across my face so quick I don’t have time to duck and cover. I touch my fingers to my cheek and affirm the fresh glow of crimson.
    “On second thought,” Marshall says, plucking her in by the elbow, “there’s always room for one more in our late night shenanigans.” He’s good and pissed, but Michelle is too doped up on her lust for him to see it.
    “Kinky.” She laughs. Her features reduce to cinders at his magical soothing touch and she snatches up his hand and plunges his finger into her mouth.
    Is that a trend or something? Maybe he’s done it to her before? Or, eww—is that what he does to all the girls?
    “Knock that off,” I sing playfully, swatting his hand free from her upper orifice. “I’d hate for my future husband to be defiled.”
    Marshall and I walk Michelle over to the mirror of terror sitting innocently by the piano. It’s just lying in wait for some poor, unsuspecting face-scratching human to hop right in.
    “Take a good look at yourself before we start in on our feast of flesh,” Marshall instructs, nodding toward the mysterious Fem artifact.
    Michelle licks her dewy lips. She looks over at me, inhales while inventorying the offerings, and sighs with disappointment before turning to Marshall. For him she quakes. Her mouth opens and nothing but a stream of choking sounds emit. She glances at her reflection in the mirror before turning to Marshall again. I can see the lust in her eyes, the fire in her belly to have him. It turns my stomach to see her so openly eager—throbbing for the Sector that the orator himself pegged as my future husband.
    “What should I do first?” She touches her hand to the glass while sinking her pornographic intentions into him. “Tie Skyla up? We can use her as firewood. I do like a nice crackling fire in the background, and Skyla has enough fat to fuel us into next week.”
    I take a deep breath and give her a solid shove in the back.
    Glass shatters as Michelle falls into the mirror. It discharges long, jagged spears through the air like shrapnel. A thousand slivered guillotines fall like rain as Michelle sails off into the dark abyss on the other side.
    “Nobody disfigures my future bride.” Marshall pulls me in by the waist. “Would you be moved to offer a supple token of your affection—by way of your lips perhaps?”
    “I may.” I lean up and press a soft kiss into him, so brief and chaste, a pet could garner more action from me if the situation warranted.
    A harrowing scream emits from the world inside the haunted speculum.
    I jump back and Marshall shields me with his body as a violent gush of wind pushes out of it at hurricane force.
    An entire coven of bats fly from the dark, arid hole and dart toward the ceiling before clapping to dust. A crow, a raccoon, a thousand furry black spiders trickle over the metal frame, and I jump into the safety of Marshall’s arms.
    Another series of screams erupt as Michelle pleads for mercy until her voice grows bare.
    She cries in terror from the other side,