Her hair was still a cropped, tangled mess, but she’d cleaned up otherwise, and that fancy armor couldn’t have been cheap. Then his gaze drifted to the woman on her left, in round glasses and a dress with a high, furred collar. And how close they stood to one another. Hmph, he thought, looks like...
Raindrops plunged into rusted buckets along the corridors, tap-tap-tapping through the night, as bottles popped and red wine splashed into endlessly thirsty glasses. Felix didn’t know half the people at his own party. Old friends of Calum’s, mostly, come to reunite with his brother under the guis...