ra'
up.
s smelled like warm bread and dried lavender. She kicked the door shut behin
n't even know
ms.
my skin, and I shivered - not from the cold, but from the sudden nakedness of it all. Standing in my underclothes
mirror by the window. A girl with h
g around. She was elbow-deep in the wardrobe, shoving aside wool
ot spi
something free with a triumph
le as a winter sky, with a neckline that dipped low and a slit th
id you g
d of coin." Brenna held it up against my frame, squinti
d beneath shapeless kitchen dresses. When Brenna tugged the last lace tight at the back,
ed, pointing to the
adows around my eyes until they looked wider, deeper, dangerous. A smudge of b
enn
'm concen
ike someo
she smiled - slow and satisfied, lik
ike yourself. The versio
ark blue lace, edged with tiny silv
ce stood a stranger. Tall. Sharp. Eyes like i
Not my wolf - she had never stirr
The reckless n
crimson dress, her own black mask alread
N
ct. Le
and carriages crowded the cobblestone streets. Music poured from the open gat
uards who were too busy arguing over dice to notice, ducked through a kitchen corridor thick with steam an
ped br
across the marble floor - silk and brocade, jewels and feathers, laughter echoing off gilded walls. The air was heavy with perfum
d. She shoved two glasses of strong
he liquid burned sweet a
assing server immediately, det
ttled. The burn spread through my limbs, loosening the tight kn
my eyes. His hand on Isolde's
nk fa
liers looked like captured stars. The ache was still there - deep, deep down - but it was muff
watching my face change. "Ther
and and pulled m
laughing - actually laughing - for the first time in what felt like forever. The mead hummed in my blood. The silk dress moved lik
st m
e music
g. A waltz. Couples paired off across the flo
Tall one. Silver mask. Don'
ook
n in the room. Broad shoulders wrapped in a dark coat cut with military precision, the fabric rich enough to catch the light. A silver ma
his
ed whiskey held up to firelight. They swept the room with the
n they
d direction without breaking stride, cutting through dancers
meet those golden eyes, and even then, I felt small. Not in the diminish
was low and rich, dark as
, with a scent I couldn't place - layered and complex, wood smoke and
," I
he pulled me close with a certainty that left no room for hesitation. His other hand s
mov
h he'd mapped the rhythm of the music into his bones. I followed wi
se to my ear. The words rumbled
a recent development, about the bruise still hidden beneath my m
know what I lo
is hand tightened at my waist. "The on
had nothing to do w
ed my hair. I could feel the hard plane of his chest against me, the controlled power i
territory I
you?" I
sion I'd seen. "No one. Same as you. Th
uples separated, applauding politely. But he didn't
th me,"
ering candlelight, toward the far wall where a heavy tapestry hung from ceiling
with him. The tapestry fell shut behind u
ked down at me, and something in his expression shifted.
he said quietly. "Very
ose burning golden
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