Sore Loser

Chapter 8 - Sore Loser

Lilith

I felt like I was in a lucid dream; maybe it was from all the alcohol I consumed or from the lack of sleep I got while being here, but I swore I felt magic in the air. It felt like static electricity as it brushed against my skin, making my hairs stand on end.

The carnival music filled my ears, and as we stepped through the red curtains, I had to pinch myself to make sure it was all real. All sorts of games were laid out before us, from bottle toss to fishing for ducks. It wasn't at all what I was expecting, especially not when Perseus had said that this room was the best. I had my doubts, but as I looked over at the ring toss, one of my all-time favourite games, I had to give him this. Pride was on the top of the list as over-the-top and most exciting.

My blood was practically vibrating with excitement until Persues looked at me with those blue eyes, eyes that seemed to be made up of sins, and a glint of excitement flashed across them.

Maybe I was na