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Faye set her elbow on the table, pointing at her sister. “You just lost all your secret privileges.”
Sparrow snorted, waving her hand. “It’s only us,” she said, then turned her gaze to Rune. “Are you going to let Faye take Shibari classes?”
Rune glanced at Faye then Sparrow. “Perhaps.”
Faye sighed as her sister lit up and asked, “Can I take them with her?”
Rune exchanged a glance with Vashien before turning back to Sparrow. “The classes are individual. You may not learn on me. Speak with your male.”
Sparrow turned, eyes pleading, toward Vashien.
He swallowed the contents of his glass before muttering, “Fuck me.”
Chapter sixty-four
Theweekspassedquickly.Rune brought Faye four candidates to choose from who would serve as a healer for her village. It surprised her that he was able to find day-bloods willing to work with Anarians.
He explained the position was within his court, and they would be paid a salary to care for her village. Faye didn’t understand it entirely but was grateful her village wouldn’t need to scrape and save to have medicinal care.
She began leaving the door open between their rooms, inviting Rune’s company during the day. At night she joined him in his bed and was met with either pale blue eyes, or Voshki’s dark misted gaze. They talked into the night some nights, others she writhed beneath him, screaming her pleasure. At the end of each evening, she slept curled against him, cherished in his arms.
Faye stood in front of her mirror, studying her reflection. The illusion of what she would have been if she’d been court-born staring back at her.
Rune had been right. When she slipped the sheer dress on it wasn’t see-through. It didn’t look like a gown a vampire would pick out, the intricate jeweled choker covered most of her neck. She smiled. Or maybe that was the point, Rune didn’t want his eyeliner showing at the wedding.
She swayed her hips, the skirt sweeping with her movements. It was beautiful. The gems sewn into it making it appear as though she was stepping out of the Darkness itself as it coiled at her feet.
Her glossy black hair was pulled into a high ponytail and Sparrow helped her with her make-up. Faye didn’t recognize the lined, smokey eyes and plum-colored lips that stared back at her. From her face to her satin heels, nothing about her, was her. Faye caught Rune’s reflection in the mirror. He came to stand behind her, gazing at her, thunderstruck.
He leaned closer, not touching her as he rasped at her ear, “You leave me without words.”
He affected her, striking right to the core of her being. She only wished he would look at her this way when she was herself. She buried the thought behind a smile and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. They were going to a fancy event. Of course, he would think she was pretty in formal dress.
It didn’t mean he wished she was a true court born dark-blood.
They walked together to the great room where Vashien and Sparrow stood, waiting for them. Her sister was breathtaking in her strapless red dress.
Sparrow shrieked when she caught sight of her. “How the fuck did you get her to wear that?” She asked, taking Faye’s hands and stealing her from Rune. “Darkness, this dress. Look at you, showing side boob.” She turned to Rune. “I could never get her to do that. Good job.”
“You look beautiful.” Vashien smiled, warmly as Sparrow returned to him.
Rune slipped his hand over Faye’s lower back, and she leaned into him.
“Shall we be off?” He asked.
No.Faye glanced down at her bare index finger before dropping her hand and straightened her back. She nodded, dreading the fact she was about to be surrounded by dark-bloods from courts and noble families. Everything she spent her life avoiding.
Rune explained, when they arrived at the Artithian palace they would walk together down the great hall and present their gift to the newly married couple. It sounded simple but set her teeth on edge.
Their surroundings faded and refocused much brighter. Faye shielded her eyes as they adjusted. They stood outside on a stone landing with Sparrow swearing under her breath behind her.
Faye hardly registered the dozens of people bustling about by the palace walls that towered above them. It gleamed in whites and golds, with tall arching windows and shining points.
Hulking armored men with white feathered wings stood at the edges. A pair of them holding open huge double doors.
“Vsenia,” Rune smiled down at her, offering his arm.
She walked beside Rune, startled as the crowd parted for him. Faye’s heart thundered. All the dark-bloods were staring at them and she stiffened under their gaze. Rune seemed unphased by the attention, strolling to the double doors, ignoring the stares and whispers completely.
