“I refuse to accept Einstein’s Snot as my cocktail name,” an angry voice shouted.
“That’s nothing,” another chimed in. “My fucking cocktail name is Hobbit Nipple.”
“You are both imbeciles,” yet another snapped. “Mine is the worst. I’m Rancid Orgasm.”
“But that’s actually fitting,” the first voice squealed with glee.
What in Satan’s name was going on out there? I heard something explode and Dixie scream. I yanked on the sweats that my cousin had left for me and raced from the bathroom to the living room where two very gorgeous women were slapping the fire out of their hair while another supermodel-looking gal laughed hysterically. Dixie stood in the middle, clearly furious with all of them.
“This is exactly why I don’t invite you over here,” she yelled and helped put the fire out on the gals sporting the flames. She raised her hands and water shot from her fingertips, soaking the last of the burning embers from their heads.
“They started it,” the one who had clearly caused the blaze whined.
“If the three of you weren’t addicted to Facebook and playing those stupid name games there would be a lot less fire in Hell,” Dixie snapped at the girls.
“I’m not addicted,” the dry one said, pointing at the unhappy wet ones. “Those slutty cock knobs are.”
“You have some nerve, you dicknose turd waffle,” the wet one on the right screeched.
I watched in shock as the wet one on the left frantically scrolled for something on her phone.
“Got it,” she said and read straight from her phone. “You are a pie-eating fuck clown and a smelly crotch goblin. Take that.”
“Help me, Satan,” Dixie muttered, removing the phone from whom I surmised was one of her sisters. Which Deadly Sins these were I had no clue . . .
“I’ll take that and do you one better, you tone deaf rectum captain,” the dry one shot back.
“Enough,” Dixie ground out through clenched teeth. “These are disgusting and you all sound like uneducated idiots. I mean really—an insult creator on Facebook? For real? All of you are at least a thousand years old.”
Wow, these chicks were ancient.
“And now that you’ve made asses of yourselves in front of our cousin, let me introduce you.”
Three sets of eyes shot to me and examined me so intensely I grew uncomfortable. Their fascination wasn’t unexpected, but it was loaded. With what? I wasn’t sure . . .
“Astrid, these are some of my sisters. The two wet ones are Lust and Greed and the dry one is Envy.”
I stood my ground and studied them with the same razor sharp focus that they had leveled at me. I refused to be the first to glance away. Everything here was a game and the price for losing was high.
It was obvious the girls were related, but by no means were they identical. Envy, the dry one, was a stunning brunette with golden cat eyes and a very voluptuous body. Her bosom practically spilled from her top and her curvy figure was one that drove men to kill.
Greed was equally as gorgeous but different. Her locks were auburn, but her eyes matched the others and her body was sleeker and lankier than Envy’s. She had an air about her that dared someone to cross her. I didn’t plan to put that theory to the test. I’d just go with my gut on that one.
Lust . . . Lust was breathtaking, even soaking wet. Her hair was dark and curly and her lashes defied nature. She was tall and thin, yet curvy in all the right places. Her appeal was immense and I would think she wasn’t often denied anything . . . ever.
“She’s not all that,” Lust sniffed disdainfully, eyeing me critically.
“Um . . . yes, she actually is all that and then some,” Envy dismissed Lust’s underwhelming description with a wave of her hand. She circled me and I stood very still, prepared to defend myself and my baby to the death if I had to. These gals were scary and slightly unstable. “You’re gorgeous and crazy powerful, I do believe.”
I stayed quiet. There was no way I was going to be Chatty Cathy with these dangerous women.
“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Greed asked.
“Nope.” I smiled and decided the less I said the more power I would wield. And considering I wasn’t in possession of my Vampyre gifts at the moment and I had no control over my emerging Demon magic, it seemed the smartest move.
Shitshitshit. I quickly scanned the room for my Baby Demons. I did not want these gals to know about them. No trace. Clearly they’d hidden. They were far smarter than I gave them credit for. Part of me worried these Deadly Sins might be a little more appealing to my babies’ palates than Dixie. I grinned as I imagined the clusterfuck that would cause. How would I explain to the Devil that my little buddies had eaten his daughters . . . My grin disappeared as the gravity of that being any sort of reality set in. Note to self—do not leave Baby Demons alone with Sins. Ever.
“If she doesn’t talk, how will we ever get to know our new cousin?” Lust asked as she glared at me with undisguised hostility. What the hell had I done to her?
“Shut up, you nasty and ungracious bitch,” Envy snapped at her sister. “Astrid, what’s your last name?”
“Um . . . Porter.”
“Umporter or just Porter?” Greed asked, snatching her phone back from Dixie and scrolling quickly. Envy and Lust crowded her and tried to see the screen.
“Porter.” What were they doing?