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Faye glanced down at the clothes. “I’m not wearing this.”
“Fiiiiiine,” Sparrow whined. She took the skirt, replacing it with a pair of black pants. “There. Change. I won’t let him in.” Sparrow exited her closet and shoved her in, closing the door.
Faye glowered at the door. “Not funny.”
“Put it on! I did the thing you asked.”
“Fine.” Faye walked to the back of the closet setting the clothes on the dresser. She changed, folding her clothes. She opened the door, and Sparrow clapped her hands together, beaming.
“It’s a little scary how he knew your size.”
“I’m sure it’s magic,” Faye grumbled.
“But you look so pretty bitch. Now tie your hair up. Give me some neck.”
A sharp knock startled Faye. “Did you forget our arrangement?” Rune asked, entering the room.
“It’s just a couple minutes past noon Runey.” He arched a brow at her but didn’t respond. Sparrow stood up sipping her glass of water as she walked over to Faye. “And look I got her to wear nice clothes.”
Faye shrieked when her sister dumped her glass of water down the front of her shirt. It wasn’t enough that her white silk shirt now clung to her, showing the black lace that didn’t quite cover her breast, but that bitch had to use ice water. Faye covered herself with her arms, staring at her sister, speechless.
“Got something around your eye there,” Sparrow said, patting Rune’s arm as she left the room.
Black flooded his gaze as the veined misted shadows swayed beneath his eyes. She met his gaze, and for the briefest moment he looked like the man from her dreams. Faye turned her back to him, recalling the feel of his lips on hers. Ashamed that she longed to feel them again.
Rune outstretched his arm into her field of vision, remaining behind her. Faye took the folded black towel he offered and covered herself with it. She glanced behind her and said, “Thank you.”
“I will be in my study when you are ready.” He turned and silently walked down the hall.
Faye retreated into her closet and pealed the shirt off, followed by her bra. She toweled herself off, deciding to change her pants too. Faye’s gaze lifted to the dresser, and her clothes were missing.Darkness, I’m going to kill her. Faye had no choice but to pick out something else to wear or go to her meeting with Rune naked.
She dug through the drawers until she found undergarments that weren’t all lace and string. Then dressed in a gray sweater to take the chill off with black leggings. She went to his study and found him seated behind his desk. He looked up as she entered his space.
She stood behind the chair in front of his desk. “I’m sorry about Sparrow.”
He canted his head at her. “The harpy should be apologizing to you, yet you apologize to me?”
Faye shifted on her feet. “She’s not a harpy.”
“Noted.”
She drummed her fingers on the chair.Not much for small talk, big guy.“Did you want to look through my mind here?”
“We can begin in any location you are comfortable with.”
Faye eyed him suspiciously, curious if his sudden development of manners stemmed from a genuine kindness or guilt over being an unwilling participant in her sister’s schemes. She glanced down at the chair, doubting it would work. She needed a place she could lay down. A bed worked but felt too personal. Faye glanced behind her, spotting the settee in front of the fireplace. Faye bit the inside of her lip. Both options were uncomfortable, and she didn’t want to ask for something else to lay down on and have to answer when he asked why. “I’ll lay down on the settee,” Faye said, choosing the lesser of two evils.
Faye stretched out over the settee, purposefully positioning herself so there wasn’t enough room for him to sit at her head or her feet. He casually leaned forward, resting his arms over the curved back of the settee and peered down at her. Faye met his gaze, realizing this was worse that if she allowed him sit at her feet.
Her cheeks heated as she remembered his face when Sparrow drenched her shirt. How the black swept through his gaze. It was only an instant, but when his gaze met hers, she could almost see the way he looked at her during their dreams. The yearning that left her feeling cherished.
Faye reached for a subject, needing a distraction. “Is the touch invitation in all courts or just yours?”
“It is protocol in all courts. Dark-bloods are intimidating. What we are makes us inherently dangerous. Rules and protocols keep the pursued comfortable until they come to a decision. Different rules apply after a pairing has occurred. Protocol maintains a balance, so we know our advances are welcomed.”
It sounded good in theory, Faye thought as she closed her eyes. “The touching thing, does that extend to pets?”
“Were you planning on keeping a pet or becoming one?”
