A fist pounded on the door.
“Fiella!” Redd’s voice called, deep and clear. “Are you almost ready?”
“Why the fuck are you only asking me?” she asked, offended.
Redd was silent for a moment. “Because you are slow, my love. You get distracted.”
“That really isn’t a secret,” Kizzi added. She looked around at the group.
The rest of us were ready—corsets laced, hair styled, faces adorned and shimmering.
And Fiella was still trying to figure out how to pin gems into her hair.
She grumbled good-naturedly. “Fine. Can someone help me with this?” Louder, she shouted, “Just a minute!”
Outside, Redd retreated.
Velline picked up a gem from the counter. “Here. Let me.”
“Thank the Old Gods,” Fiella sighed. She slouched to give the short angel more room to work with.
After a few minutes and only a couple of muttered curses later, we were ready.
“Let’s do this, bitches,” Kizzi said.
CHAPTER 13
Shade
She glimmered like a golden sculpture.
The suns shone upon her skin as though covering her in a million tiny kisses.
An unpleasant sensation boiled in my veins at that thought. It tightened my muscles, ached in my teeth.
The town would not shut up about this damned ball.
All everyone could talk about, think about, was this stupid fucking ball.
Miss and Mister Moonvale.
It was frivolous. All of it.
Except…
Miss and Mister Moonvale.Miss and Mister Moonvale. Was that…
If my other plan failed, this could be my chance to secure her hand.
Was this stupid ball how Moonvale determined her new rulers? It was a bit odd, sure, but if that was the case…
My spine straightened.
Something about the concept of the ball rang familiar,bounced around inside my skull and jostled crumbs loose, but, as with everything else, I could not place it.
Ginger was my mate. My wife. My missus. And there was no room for argument.
It would be so.
