Lover's Betrayal: Misfits of the Lore Series Read Free

looked in their direction. Both Olivia and Corinne commanded attention, and men happily obliged. Corinne loved the attention and dressed to make sure everyone would notice her. In her short black denim skirt, knee-high boots and pink top that displayed her navel ring, Corinne’s six-foot frame and supermodel looks could not be ignored. Olivia still marveled at the way her friend had started dressing forty years ago. Corinne once was conservatively attired as Olivia, but then the hippie era happened, and Corinne’s inner bad girl blossomed. She now dressed for attention and reveled in the ogling eyes that followed her wherever she went. Olivia, however, dreaded all those eyes on her. Olivia feared those eyes could see how damaged she was inside and out. Those eyes would know what happened to her. Those eyes would see her shame.
    Corinne raced to the ticket counter to get their boarding passes, swaying her hips, ensuring that every man that she passed would have to wipe the drool from his lecherous lips. Olivia followed closely behind, allowing Corinne to take charge, as usual.
    “Coach seats? This must be a mistake. Livy, we’re flying six hours to New York. There is no way I’m sitting in coach cramped up with some fat sweaty dude drooling on me. Not happening!” Corinne turned to the ticket counter agent. “Miss, we need an upgrade to first class.”
    “I’m sorry, but there are no first class seats available for this flight,” the agent responded politely.
    Corinne’s mesmerizing hazel eyes darkened as they focused on the attendant. The attendant stared helplessly into Corinne’s eyes as she became engrossed with the swirling gray. Corinne’s voice, a hypnotic sound, reached out to the attendant. “You will find us two seats in first class. You will cancel the seats of two others and make room for me and my friend. Do you understand?”
    Transfixed by those eyes, the agent responded, “Yes ma’am. I will give you two seats in first class. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma’am?”
    “You’ve done well. One thing you can do is not call me ma’am again. I’m not your grandmother.”
    “Technically, you’re old enough to be her great, great, great--” Olivia teased before Corinne cut her off.
    “Oh, shut up. As long as I look like I’m in my twenties, I’ll be treated that way. You’re just jealous that I still look so good after all these years.” Olivia snickered as Corinne continued her discussion with the agent. Within a few minutes, Corinne and Olivia had first class tickets to New York.
    While walking to the security line, Olivia whispered to Corinne, “You know, Cori, maybe you shouldn’t have used your ability with the agent. If anyone had seen you do it, it would have caused quite a problem, and that’s the last thing we need right now.”
    “Oh, good grief. No one saw anything. You worry too much. If you would just relax a little bit, you might enjoy yourself once in a while. Anyhow, that was worth the risk. I can’t believe you got us coach tickets. What were you thinking? We’re not servant girls anymore. We get to ride in style like the big boys.”
    “I asked for first class, but they were sold out so I booked the two coach seats that were available.”
    “Olivia, you see how I asked for first class? That’s how you should have asked. I asked nicely first, then I made sure we got what we wanted. That’s how you have to do things. Don’t you know that by now? You’re worse than a newbie vamp at times. You have to toughen up. You have these great abilities and you don’t use them. Our talents are something to be used as necessary to satisfy our needs. I will not shy away from what I am or who I am. I’ll use all of my talents when they suit me. You should try that. Stop being afraid of what you are, and live.” Corinne stared intently into Olivia’s lavender eyes. “I mean it, Olivia. Live.”
    Olivia knew exactly what Corinne meant. She could see the