Chapter Fifty-one: the new guy

                                    

                                          







Rafaelia's POV






   "Are you seriously going with only this?" Frost asked for the umpteenth time, sizing my holdall. "I thought I packed your bag for you?"
   "You mean my entire wardrobe. We are only staying there for a week, not a year. I don't even like the dresses you packed up, they are too exposed and slutty."
   "Yet you bought them,"
   "To wear indoors when I'm with you," I defended.
   "So only I get to see that slutty body of yours, huh?" He asked with a smirk, a smirk that made my insides squeeze on nothing. I inhaled deeply while he chuckled, looking away from me to the holdall. "This one is too small."
   "We are already on the fucking jet, be quiet already." I snapped.
   "Fine, why are you dressed like an ancient druid? All of you, including Krystal?" He asked, glancing at us. Aida who sat behind us clicked her tongue thoughtfully, thinking of a clever reply.
   "We are crazy bitches, we dress the way we want," she shrieked. Why shrieking? All the girls decided to dress like druids for reasons best known to them. Heaven knows what Aida was roping them into doing this time. Krystal was dressed more like a dark witch than a druid. Her coat had skulls and signs I didn't understand, and her hood covered her masked face. She was awfully quiet, just staring out of the jet and completely ignoring Lynn.
   "Krystal, did you agree to this madness?"
   "I had other plans but these psychopaths forced this thing on me. Why the hell am I dressed like an old witch yearning for blood?!" She complained. Oh, she was angry, that's why. She sat with Lynn or rather, Lynn sat next to her, poking her arm and annoying the fuck out of her. I'd never seen him like this before; excessively annoying.
   "But Krystal," Aida whined, "have you forgotten the initial plan?"
   "Your plan is downright ridiculous," she scoffed, throwing her face back to the window, "and sitting next to this fool is not making my day." Lynn snickered and poked the side of her breast. When she didn't respond, he poked it again but she swatted his hand away. He giggled and tried to poke her again. Krystal growled and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket.
   "I swear, once I get out of this, I'll…" she shoved the hanky into his mouth. Lynn got mated to his death, she'll be the death of him or he would be the death of her. Why the hell is my whore of a best friend mated to my sister? I love them both but these two together were a catastrophe.
   Just by announcing that she was his mate, a death threat was stamped on Lynn's head. Every girl and boy that he used to fuck stayed clear of him as the news spread. Within three days, Lynn's life had turned upside down. A girl threw herself out of the window because he tried to talk to her. They were all afraid of what Krystal would do to them if he cheats on her with them. They weren't stupid, they knew that Krystal wasn't like Raf and would kill anyone Lynn cheats on her with. I felt kind of bad for him, but I supported the decision. If he cheats on my sister and hurts her feelings, he'd have me to contend with.






Krystal's POV







   The girls waited outside for the guys who were still in the jet trying to unglue Lynn from the lavatory wall. I stuck him there and not even his magic could save him, especially when he couldn't use it in front of everyone. He hasn't seen anything yet.
«You're supposed to be winning his heart, not driving him away!» Wynter screamed.
I shrugged. «I can do both.»