dress had turned, like a train of stars, before they disappeared.
I’d have been a little worried about the transparency thing if I didn’t think Augustine had done some sort of trick, like with Francoise’s ribbon. And if I hadn’t already gone full monty in front of most of the leaders of the magical world. And if I planned to wear it.
“It’s beautiful,” I said honestly, and Marco sighed.
“You ain’t coming, are you?”
“Let my double do it. She’s probably better at these kinds of things anyway.”
“And what are you going to do?” he asked, watching with disapproval as I shoved my feet into a pair of old sneakers.
“Raise some Hel,” I told him. And shifted.
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