Page 84 of Legion
“Venus,” corrected Raini, who had her feet up on Harper’s lap.
The sphinx raised her head and looked at Raini.“What?”
“She said they’re on Venus,” the blonde elaborated.“I know ’cause I remember mentally chewing over whether Venus was a Greek goddess or a Roman goddess.”
“Roman,” Naomi told her.
Raini pointed a plastic drink stirrer at her.“Gracias.”
“What doesanyof that have to do with little ole Humpty?”demanded Khloë.
Nabbing a pretzel from Larkin’s bowl, Piper frowned at the imp.“Don’t you mean Humphrey?”
“No.”Groaning, Khloë turned to Naomi.“They don’t listen to me, Nome,” she whined.“It’s almost like they’re not interested in anything I say.”
Naomi patted her shoulder.“It’s not that they aren’t interested—”
“It is,” objected Devon, straight-faced.“It absolutely is.”
Khloë flipped her the finger.“Fuck off home to your evil spawn.”
Sitting up straight, Devon let out a dramatic horrified gasp.“You take that back.Anaïs is not evil.”
Khloë pursed her lips.“We could go with ‘callous’.‘Homicidal’.‘Princess of darkness’.”
Ella almost choked on her drink, shooting Naomi a look of gratitude as she lightly pounded a fist on the redhead’s back.
Devon leaned toward the imp.“Anaïs isnotevil.”
“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Khloë told her.
The hellcat’s brows drew together.“How could itnotbe a bad thing?”
Khloë shook her head.“You’re so closed-minded.”
Snorting to herself, Naomi idly glanced around.The Xpress bar was something of an upscale hot spot here in the Underground.She wasn’t terribly fond of the neon strobe lights, but she otherwise liked the place.The DJ was class, the vibe was upbeat, and the drinks were good, albeit potent.
Occasional laughs or shouts rang out, piercing the blasting music.Smells were plentiful—perfume, cologne, beer, spirits, citrus.Every table and booth was crowded, as was the dance floor.Many people sat on the stools lining the long bar, including Konstantin.She’d invited him to join them at the table, but he’d politely declined.
Admittedly tipsy, she currently had a nice buzz going on.Felt all warm and floaty and tingly.
She took a swig from her highball glass, frowning as she realized ...“It’s empty.Crap.”
Khloë slid a small glass toward her.“Have another shot.”
Larkin grimaced at Naomi.“I wouldn’t recommend ’em unless you like the taste of paint stripper.”
“You’ve tasted paint stripper?”Khloë jerked back.“Ew.Ain’t gonna lie, that’s just weird—and I have a super high tolerance for weird.”
Larkin tossed another pretzel into her mouth, her hand so unsteady she almost missed.“That’s easy to sense.I mean, you don’t think of yourself or Teague as odd.Which is likewhoa.”
“How can you call him that?He’s your mate.”
“Stillan odd motherfucker.”
Devon cocked her head at Larkin as she cut in, “I would never have pictured you with someone like Teague, but you two suit so well.”
Larkin’s face softened.“Aw.Samesies with you and Tanner.A hellcat and a hellhound?I wouldn’ta seen that coming.”
