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So having Ghost as her guard had been a godsend in this place. The wolf had no problem holding a conversation. In fact, shutting her up was often more difficult than it should be.
Taking a deep breath, she focussed on the overflowing wardrobe. Draven had racks upon racks of clothing sent to her rooms. Most were dresses that were formal or gothic Victorian in design.
But tonight it was more than a just meeting for an intimate dinner. Tonight she was going to see his court room. She had jokingly laughed about seeing his throne, only for him to nod and agree that she should experience his world more.
A throne. The idea seemed so outrageous in this modern era. But here, under the city, the modern world seemed like a lifetime away.
“You don’t want to seem like food.” Ghost’s voice over her shoulder, making her jump. Shooting the werewolf a look, she nodded.
“Well, what does food wear?”
“Very little” reaching out, Ghost snagged the red leather pants that Hyde had forced her to wear that first day. “more access to primary arteries that way”
“Draven prefers dresses,”
“This is your first time meeting his people. If you are to be Queen. You must appear strong, not like arm candy or worse food.
“so a full armour suit?”
She dug through her drawer and pulled out a black halter neck corset. Ghost frowned at it before handing it to her.
“Beautiful, feminine and strong” grabbing a pair of Victorian lace-up boots, she smiled.
“Hurry up. I still need to give you your shot before you go.”
Eyes glancing over to the medical tray where the syringe waited. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose. At least here it wasn’t so heavy with sedatives. She could at least function after an injection.
Pulling on the pants, she let Lena lace the corset. Her breasts were a little higher and a lot more on display than she normally liked. But with her hair pulled tight into an elaborate updo. Curls hanging around her face and strong makeup, she looked more like a movie character than herself.
Running her fingers over the black diamond, she turned towards the table that the syringe rested on. Sitting in the chair as Lena started lacing the knee-high boots.
“Lets get it done,”
Ghost picked up the needle as she handed her another shot of whisky, the ice clinking against the glass.
Talia barely flinched as Ghost pressed the needle into her arm, the aftertaste of the amber liquid still lingering in her mouth. It had become part of her daily routine.
With her boots laced, she gave Lena a grateful smile before standing up and heading out with Ghost.
The elevator doors closing. She took a deep breath. What the hell would grandmother say about all of this? What advice would she have? Because as much as Talia had agreed to give Draven a chance. To get to know him.
Every time she laid her head down on the pillow, her thoughts would always return to Hyde. She hadn’t seen him in four days. And she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing and if he thought of her at all. It was stupid, and she knew it. But always his eyes would fill her mind. Under the red of the demon wolf, the blue eyes of the man waited to be seen.
Was he different now, now that the beast was back in his control?
She kept her gaze fixed on the changing numbers of the elevator, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. What was the point of wondering? She had only ever been just a job to him.
Floor six. The throne rooms.
“Breathe” looking at Ghost, Talia let out the breath she hadn’t realised she was holding as she stepped out.
The room was so large that it took her several seconds to take it all in. The stone here much darker than anywhere else that she had seen. Heavy drapes of crimson, black, and gold hung from floor to ceiling. Lounges and day beds were strewn around the room. Seemingly to be placed in a haphazard manner. But all angled towards the large chair that Draven lounged on at the end of the room. His eyes immediately looking towards her.
Her heart in her throat, she stepped out. Her boots echoing off the perfectly white tiles. All eyes turning to look at her as she made her way forward. Her hands clenching at her sides. She was suddenly missing the skirts of the dress. Eyes wide and breath short, she kept moving.
Both sides of the room were guarded by imposing figures garbed in black, clearly distinct from the others present.
Werewolves.
