Book 3: A Sword with Two Edges

Mark

“It couldn’t have been bird’s poop. The stuff smelled like rancid egg fart in a jar. It soaked my hair and clothes. I had to shampoo my hair ten times just to get the smell off me. There was someone up there playing a sick prank on me.”

I try to stifle my laughter as I pass Emily’s room. She is complaining to her new chambermaid about last night, and I can only conclude she was the one Rose’s puke landed on. How fitting! Rose had literally puked on her nemesis without even meaning to. The Moon Goddess has a great sense of humor.

“Hey, Marky-Mark? How was your night?” Eli asks when we gather to iron out the finer details about tonight. The Betas and Alphas are all set to show up soon to vie for Emily’s affections.

“It was awesome. Rose puked on Emily’s head,” I say.

They all gape at me.

“What weird threesome BDSM party did you all have last night? Does Emily have a vomit fetish? Why wasn’t I invited to this party? I am the kin