SKYLAR
I turned to see Loki and he whistled when his gaze travelled up and down my frame appreciatively.
“Looking nice, Skylar,” a smirk formed on his face as he grabbed a tartelette with caviar, sniffed it and then threw it away, “This party officially sucks, by the way.”
“And yet you are here!” I pointed out, taking what looked like a mini chocolate cake and sending it to my mouth. The flavour burst on my tongue and I closed my eyes in delight. But when I opened them, I noticed the warlock watching me with amusement.
“Maybe I have a plan,” he taunted me.
“What would it be?” I let out a little laugh, “Annoy the hell out of dragons and get kicked out?”
“Hardly anyone present here can deal with me,” he tilted his head slightly, waiting for my reaction. To say something like that he ha
