Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

was AWOL. I imagined these things made her as
uncomfortable as me.
“Peachy,” Michael replied and then leaned over to Margot,
kissing her on the cheek. “Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for inviting us,” she said and then joked.
“Even if your mother made you.”
“Please.” He chuckled. “Rika and I run our own show now.
The misfits stick together.”
She smiled at him, and I knew Michael’s mother and
Winter’s mother were friendly, both of them probably finding
common ground in their family drama.
He offered her an arm and led her off to the dance floor,
Kai faded away, and Arion sidled up to me, taking a sip of my
drink. I cast her a glance, able to appreciate how beautiful she
actually was in her skin-tight gold dress, long golden hair, and
every inch of visible skin glowing and soft.
But she was cold, shallow, and boring. Someday someone
might be able to get inside her head and reach her, but it
wouldn’t be me. I’d already been there with someone else and
never again.
“Wanna dance?” I heard Ethan say.
I looked over to see Belmont with his arm around Winter,
and I let my eyes fall down her body, noticing she had changed
clothes. Her gown was gone, replaced with a thin, black fabric
that draped over a black bodysuit—or leotard—with the gauze
twisted into straps over her shoulders and fitted around her
breasts. The sheer fabric draped past her ass, down her legs,
and not quite to her ankles which were laced with matching
black ballet slippers. No tights. Her bare legs were completely
visible through the dress, which slit up the middle, giving her
free rein to move.
“I was just about to,” she answered. “Rika and Michael
asked me.”
Asked you? To dance?
“Sweet,” he replied.