Raquel
One hour later, I was snuggled up to Orion in the great room, sipping my third margarita when I heard my best friend wailing like a banshee, then Wrath appeared in the room with Sierra thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” I snapped, standing.
“He’s a f*****g beast, Raquel!” Sierra hissed, trying to squirm out of his hold.
Wrath smacked her butt and I saw red. “Don’t hit my friend!”
He ignored me and stomped up the stairs. I followed, Orion close on my heels.
“Let her go!” I demanded as Sierra pounded on his back.
Wrath spun to face me. “Your bi—friend is gonna be locked down.”
“Where?”
“In my room,” he said.
“Like hell I am!” Sierra spat out, pounding on his back again. “Let me go!”
“Let her go!” I demanded, stepping toward hi
