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She hadn’t seen the Familiar since she hissed at her in Rune’s study. He told her she’d taken rooms here but when Faye hadn’t seen her, she hoped Sadi decided to just leave.
The male looked up at her as she descended the stairs. His silver eyes were bright, gleaming as though honed from metal. “Rune’s dove does look like you, kitten,” he said, interlacing his fingers and resting them over his waist as he gazed up at them.
His clothing was as strange as Sadi’s. He wore a black leather trench without a shirt, but a bright blue scarf coiled around his neck. Partially hidden by the colorful material was a thick chain that looked more like an animal collar. His dark shard embedded in the bottom link, glowing against his bare chest.
“Who are you stripes?” Sparrow remarked on the blood red streaks coloring the man’s long dark hair.
He held out one arm and bowed his head in a flourish, answering, “Damian. And what are your names, my lovelies?”
“Sparrow, and this is Faye.”
“Rune’s mortal death and her sister,” Sadi added, twirling the knife she used to eat with.
Sparrow leaned over the railing to hiss at Sadi, and she braced both of her hands on the table to hiss back.
“Easy,” Damian crooned, glancing between Sadi and her sister. “No need to be rude.”
Sparrow linked arms with Faye and continued down the stairs. “Faye will be sure to tell Rune you said hi while they are on their date.”
“Don’t antagonize her,” Faye grated as they turned the corner and headed down the hall.
Her sister snorted as they made their way to her room. “She started it.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Fayewatchedhersisterflip through the clothing in her closet. She folded her arms already regretting whatever her sister was planning. Rune wasn’t going to kiss her. How was leaning forward and staring at his mouth supposed to do anything?
Sparrow held out a pink shirt as she flipped through more hangers.
“I don’t trust you with light colors,” Faye said, hanging the shirt back up.
“I promise I’m not planning to throw water on you,” Sparrow replied, handing her another top. A lace halter with billowing sleeves.
Faye curled her lip, positive she saw Sadi wear something similar. “No,” she said, stuffing it with the rest of the clothes.
Sparrow shook a soft cotton sweater in front of her. Faye took it, eyeing her sister. “This neckline is too high.”
Her sister fluttered her hand at her. “It’s fine for what we’re planning.” She handed her a dark set of pants and exited Faye’s closet, closing the door behind her.
Faye studied the clothes she would have selected herself. Her nerves were already frayed, she wouldn’t be able to function if sparrow tried to strap her into a corset. She changed and stepped back into her room. Her sister beamed as Faye went to the full-length mirror, assessing her reflection.
“We don’t want him staring at your neck this time so leave your hair down. Here cover it up for good measure.” Sparrow said, holding out an ornate black and silver lace choker.
Faye took the bit of lace and clipped it around her neck. She adjusted its edges, admiring it in the mirror. The baroque lace covered her entire throat. “This is pretty, when did you get this?”
“Vash bought it for me. I haven’t gotten to wear it yet, make sure fang boy doesn’t ruin it.”
Faye giggled and smoothed her hands over her sweater. Faye bit the inside of her lip before turning to her sister. “How do I get him on the settee.”
“Just sit there, he’ll follow you.” Faye didn’t reply, worrying her lip. “Stop being so scared. That man is your belonging.”
Faye exhaled through her nose. She wasn’t brave with men the way Sparrow was. Her sister was a dark-blood, their equal. And Faye wasn’t. She never let them close, knowing she would be invisible the moment they found her index finger bare. Faye chose to go without rather than suffer their dismissal.
Now she tried to convince herself to reach for the Shadow Prince because they shared a handful of dreams.
“This is a mistake,” Faye muttered as she reached beneath her hair to unlatch the choker.
Her sister took her hands. “No, it’s not. He won’t shut up about court etiquette, right? Ask him to explain what a romantic touch is.” Sparrow squeezed her hands. “He belongs to you. I’ll help you bag him.” When Faye remained silent her sister added, “What’s the worst that can happen. He doesn’t kiss you. It’ll be fine.”
