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The Ritual Shantel Tessier 13170K 2023-08-28

“Let’s get a drink first,” she calls out over the reement

Yes, please Ryat and I haven’t used a condoer on birth control, but there have been no signs of being pregnant I was informed in the hospital that it was standard procedure to test ot off my cycle last week I’m honestly surprised by that But I’e first, and that’s a year away

Stepping into the kitchen, she pours us each a mixed drink that looks like a fruit punch of some kind out of a witch’s cauldron Once done, we head back through the hotel and to the ballrooht in the corner at the head of the room

I see so trays, serving drinks and snacks They’re not dressed in their cloaks and ht Instead, they are dressed in all black with half of their faces painted like a skeleton

I did Ryat’s face before we left the cabin earlier I had to lie and say that I needed Sarah to do ot here I could have done itto be

Bringing the straw tothat it doesn’t remove my lipstick When I feel him enter the room, I smile around it to myself

A hand slapsrowls in my ear

That thought hasaround, I face him

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

RYAT

FUCK ME!

She’s got her makeup done heavier than usual Black eye shadoith thick and long fake lashes They look like spiderwebs on the top with black liner It makes her blue eyes stand out even more Her lips are painted a deep red

My eyes drop to her neck She’s got makeup on it as well She’s made it look like her neck has been slit from one side to the other Fake blood runs from the wound and spills over her breasts, displayed by her low-cut dress In the middle of her chest is an upside-down cross—just like above the man entrance of the cathedral

Reaching out, I runwhat I already knew—she’s not wearing a bra

Arching a brow at her, I say “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe” She places the straw back to her lips and sucks on it