Chapter 11. Beauty And Her Wrath

Jace.

I sat back, my legs stretched out on the most comfortable couch I'd ever come in contact with, the show I'd been watching on mute. It was one of those reality shows taking place at a trendy beach, with hot girls in bikinis and more drama than what they are worth.

There was probably something better to watch, but I wasn't sitting this close to the bathroom for the sake of TV.

No, nothing beats the sound of Elise's cries of fury.

I had to admit, I expected her to scream for help, but so far, she'd been calling us all the vile names under the sun, and cussing worse than a filthy-mouthed sailor.

"It's been twenty minutes," Hunter chuckled behind me. "You think she's going to crack soon?"

I sat up, surprised to see him lounging in a black bean bag with a creepy-ass grin on his face. My eyes narrowed on the bean bag that was practically swallowing him whole and arched a brow. "That does not look comfortable."

I had learned to stop asking him