“Cool. Let’s post a pic on SpellBook then. #BitchingSisters.”
“What?”
“I’m sort of like the most viral person in Encantado.”
“Viral? SpellBook? What’s a hashtag?”
“See? That’s why I wasn’t talking like that.”
Asherah shook her head. She did not doubt it would take time for her to truly get the human world, if at all, but she would try. “I sort of like that word.”
“Which one?”
“SpellBook.”
Silva squealed. “That’s because you rock. You know a good thing when you see one. I’m going to get you your own page and make sure you get, like, a bajillion followers. Everyone is going to love you and be so jealous.”
Watching Silva set her up with something called an email address, SpellBook, and a RapidGram account was beautiful. Silva was a much different person. Still excitable, but Asherah did not miss how attentive she was either.
She was the first to react when a knock sounded at the door, pushing Asherah behind her. “Come in.”
A woman wearing some sort of black and white dress came in. She bowed to Silva before speaking. “The rooms are ready.”
“Awesome. You decked them out, right? Like, penthouse style?”
“As you requested.”
“Good job. Show the men where they’ll be. I’ll take my sister down myself.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Asherah recognized a servant when she saw one, and it seemed somethings did not change. “You are still treated special here.”
“Nah. It’s really for Kalinda; I just reap the benefits. I have a job and everything.”
“A job?”
“Shit, one I have to get to, like, now. I’ll come by and see you later, okay? I’m going to show you to your room and you can chill until I get back. I may be staying here more often now that you’re in the house. It’s usually pretty stuffy without Kalinda.”
“And the wolves? I think Heath called them the Renegades.”
“They’ve been set up too. We’ve got, like, bachelor pad central here, so the women are going to have to stick together and keep shit going. Don’t want it being filled with too many dicks and not enough chicks. Come on.”
Maybe she should not have told her sister to speak as she had been. Asherah swore she only understood about half of what Silva was talking about, and even then, she was confused. But one thing she did know, she was on her way to her Fate, and he would make it all better.
#BitchingSisters. What does that even mean?
The accommodations were beautiful.
She was surrounded by luxury even as a princess she would have enjoyed. But Asherah did not feel much like a princess anymore. No, she seemed more like an imposter wearing clothes she still did not understand, surrounded by a world she did not belong to. The only constant was Heath, standing in the center of the red and golden decorations in the room.
He was steadfast, her constant in the maelstrom. She was free of Skuld, was alive, and she’d found Silva. Their safety was marginal, she knew it. Silva and Kalinda had done what they could, saving Heath from immediate death by the hands of Torin, a man Asherah sensed deep magic coursing through.
But how long would they be safe?
Skuld would not stop, and Asherah could not shake the feeling she was already working to break them.
Heath shrugged out of his armor, and it melded into black pants and a white shirt. She liked the look on him, but she wished he’d release the glamour coloring his hair. As nice as she found it, she still wanted to see her Heath.
