Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 189: Saved by Finnick

Cassie.

"There is absolutely no way this is going to fucking work,* I said out loud as I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. They had expected me to go out looking like I stepped out of a dominatrix book dressed in black leather pants and a backless red halter top with no bra and bad girl vibes to a small party in the center of town.

Now, granted. I was all down for the look. It was actually something I would have picked out for myself had I been back on Earth. Stuff that I wore quite often, frequently when I was out and about. But this was not the exact look I was going for when I thought I had to impress everybody.

Turning to face Freya and Sansa, who stood behind me. watching with excitement on their faces as they too got ready, even though Freya said she wasn't actually going to go, she was going to watch and oversee how everything was going, I couldn't help but wonder if they had actually lost their minds.

"You look amazing. I don't understand what you're freaking out about,* Santa replied as she put on gold lipstick and fluffed out her hair that now looked chic and full of curls, and then smoothed down the small, skimpy black dress that she was wearing as if it could get any straighter than it was.

"Isn’t this the complete opposite of what I should be wearing? I mean. I thought it was supposed to impress them, not look like the old Cassie."

"Cassie," Freya replied calmly as she stepped forward. 'You're trying to change who you are, and you don't need to. You need to be the person that you are, the person you’ve always been. The rebel with a fighter spirit, the woman who never gives up. That is the person that everyone initially fell in love with, regardless if you are mortal or not. That is who you are. Show them that strong woman because that is the woman that is going to win all of this."

Some fairy godmother Freya was trying to be. Instead, she was wanting me to hone in on my natural spirit of rebelliousness to overcome the upcoming bullshit I was bound to face. I wasn't quite sure what she was up to, and part of me wondered if she had actually bet against me and if this was her way of making sure that I didn't win. But the other part of me deep down inside, told me she would never do something like that, that she was trying to help me.

"And what if something goes wrong tonight? What if my powers go out of control again? What if I end up hurting somebody? Are you honestly sure that going to this party and drinking is a good idea?"

Sansa and Freya stared at me with slowly nodding heads. I contemplated what I was about to do, and before I knew it, Freya was shoving me out the door with Sansa like two hookers going out for a night on the town.

Nervous didn't even touch on the way I felt as Sansa and I made our way out into the dark night of the city, down the concrete pathways towards the large gate that sat in front of the building we stayed in and out onto the cobble street roads that would lead down into the center of town where a huge soiree was being held outside under the brilliant night sky.

It was a beautiful night. In the distance. Edison lights had been hung up. People gathered around the treeline, their voices and laughter echoing down the road, through the darkness, right toward my ears.

Everyone seemed like they were having a good time, and the closer we got, the more the nervousness actually subsided. People here knew who I was, but they weren't going to make a big deal out of it. At least I hoped they weren't. And sure enough, the closer we got, the more people we passed. I noticed they didn't even look in my direction, which was pleasing because the last thing I wanted was any sort of attention.

brother and that sexy friend of his that's always hanging around. Tonight I plan on having fun...* Sansa replied as she turned

be my wingman. Like, be out here with

supposed to socialize with people. Find somebody to socialize with. These are the people you're going to be in charge of

panicked tone was making my heart race, and

tell you a little story,* Sansa said calmly, *when I was learning how to swim, my mother just pushed me into

fucking horrible!" I gasped overdramatically. "What does that

her arms over her chest. "It was brutal, but I'm going to do the same to you. You can either go mingle and have fun or have a panic attack. Honestly, I would suggest going and getting a drink because the alcohol here isn't like the alcohol back home and I'm pretty sure you'll find that

and then quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd of people.

grown-ass woman, but I was a grown- ass woman and I

what

the other bars I had encountered in the past. The white tablecloth over a very long wooden table, a variety of crystal bowls filled with different coloured liquids, one of which I had remembered from the ball. The pinkish purple liquid swirled within the

when I had drank it the other night, and thinking about it for a moment, whether this was the route I really wanted to go. I gave into

the glass to my lips and drank down the entire contents in one go. It was then I noticed nobody else really had the pinkish purple liquid in their cups and

knew that voice. I hadn't known it

I replied slightly snarkier than I needed to. *1

brought him closer to me than I wanted but at the same time, the closeness of him made me feel slightly different. *1 am no mere

cold chill ran through my body I wasn't expecting, and with it my heart began to race. Finn's eyes lit up with excitement at this, and part of me wondered if I had

I muttered quickly as I pulled away from him and began pushing through the crowds to find a place to escape. All I wanted to do was find a way to fight off the anxiety rushing through me because when I lost control of myself, I lost

it's beat pulsating in my veins as I made my way deeper and deeper through the crowds.

about hooking up with each other

over my back, and turning, I came to face a man I didn't know. He wasn't much taller than I was, and

at his touch. "No, I don't.

him, he narrowed his gaze at me before he grabbed at me once more pulling me close to him. The stench

was speaking to me, and the fact he