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She rubs something over my eyelids and lips and steps back. “Look at me.”
I do, and Sera’s mouth drops. “Fuuuck.”
Fuck is the only bit of slang I have trouble with. It can mean literally everything and sometimes context doesn’t help.
“Fuck good or fuck bad?” I ask.
Sera doesn’t answer. She simply holds up a mirror.
And now my mouth falls open at the painted demon staring back.
“Sera!” I touch the black horns sprouting from the top of my head and run a hand through my new shiny black hair, before staring into my own black-rimmed violet eyes and deep dimples.
My skin, my face, remains untouched by magic. Only makeup.
“You’re too Celestial to make human. So I stopped trying,” she says with a shrug.
“Sera, there’s a difference between infiltrating a demon school and becoming one myself.”
But as I protest, as my heart thuds with the wrongness of my new appearance, I can’t take my eyes off the mirror.
“I know, I know. The plan was to make you a witch, but those human glamours looked like bad Halloween masks.”
I glance back at her. “What’s a Halloween mask?”
Sera doesn’t bother rolling her eyes at me this time. “It’s not important. The point is, the others wouldn’t convince a blind nun. This…” She looks me up and down and lets out a slow whistle. “This is some of my best work, Dove. Feel free to say thank you any time.”
My new face pulls my gaze to the mirror again. “I don’t know, Sera.”
“Are you crazy? You look fantastic.”
I bite my tongue against the flurry of affliction-born, self-aggrandizing phrases begging to be set free.
I do look incredible. Sexy, confident, and dark. I make a convincing demon. But looking good, looking convincing, that’s not the problem.
“There’s no way I can pull off being a demon in a university full of them. They’ll know I’m an outsider with the first social misstep.”
Sera smiles, a knowing glint in her gaze. “Yeah, and you’ve got a built-in excuse. That’s why you won’t try to convince anyone of anything. Now, let’s figure out what a hot demon chick wears.”
Chapter Three
Never look at a demon, for it will always be your ruin.
- The Book Of Grace Chapter 1 Verse 1 Line 1
Seraand I did our best with the clothes. Jeans and boots and a leather jacket seemed innocuous but on-brand enough, so that’s what we settled on despite her insistence that I could pull off leather pants and a halter.
Both options are a far cry from linen tunics and formal robes.
As I land in the center of Blackwood Park, her parting words ring in my head.
You’ve got a built-in excuse.
Sera’s shimmers are still rough. The last remaining side-effect from the Rites she hasn’t worked out yet.
She’s still working on controlling the vast amount of magic she now has access to.
I knew the ride would be bumpy, and I would have shimmered myself, but I locked my power down behind the biggest ward of angel script Sera and I could manage.
