I whipped my head toward him. “Even a supposed-to-be-surprise party that’s now ruined? I should enchant your memory to forget the last ten minutes.”
Eyebrow arching he asked, “Can you do that?”
“No,” I sighed. “This day is the worst. And everything is ruined.”
His strong arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against him. “We’ll make it a good day from here on out, alright? Thank you for being the best girlfriend ever.” He kissed my forehead and then leaned back. “No more stressing. I’ll take care of reporting the Fae issue with your grandparents and Headmaster and you relax and send word whenever you’re ready to get me.”
When he left I rummaged through my closet, throwing most of the items on the floor after I tried them on. Usually I didn’t care how I looked as long as it was presentable but I wanted to make sure Zyacus had his attention on me. I also wanted to make sure Jennika was good and jealous. I wanted to see flames in her eyes when she saw me. Wench.
I sent Legacy a note to meet me immediately. Within minutes she crashed through the door, chest heaving up and down. “What happened?”
I gushed everything, throwing myself face down on the bed by the end of my tale.
With a gentle hand on my back Legacy sat beside me. “Vis, everything will be alright. We’ll figure it out, we always do. And so long as this Fae prick doesn’t show up tonight we can still have fun. And if he does we’ll find a way to whip his ass. Especially if you have power like your mother now.”
I chuckled into my pillow and rolled over. “You always look on the bright side.”
“I have to because you, death vision girl, are such a pessimist.” She rose to her feet and twirled with her hands on her hips. “Except for when you’re around Z now that you don’t hate him. Are you in love yet?”
I rolled my eyes and sat in front of the mirror fixing my windblown hair. Legacy grabbed a small brush and began painting her lips a dusty pink rose color.
“I really like him,” I answered, pulling a comb through my dark blonde locks. “I don’t know if it’s love. I’ve never been in love.”
“He drives you crazy, in a good way. You think about him all the time. I know you’ve thought about marrying him. Could you picture him fathering your children?”
I scoffed. “Having children with anyone is the last thing on my mind. I’m seventeen.”
Legacy laughed and started doing my hair for me. “Don’t you ever daydream about your wedding day and making love and beautiful babies?”
I scoffed but my cheeks warmed. “I’m too busy worrying about the next impending attack or death of someone I know or enslavement of our people to be in some fantasy land.”
Legacy raised her eyebrows. “Too busy to kissy-kissy, smoochy-smoochy?” she teased puckering her lips.
I batted her hands away. “Hush up, you’re being ridiculous.” I cleared my throat. “But yes, we smoochy-smoochy, and good pixie, is he a good kisser.”
“I knew you kissed after your quite passionate one in the dining hall. Now hold still while I fix your hair.”
Since this party happened to be an “after curfew party” and no one planned on wearing a uniform. For one, they could easily be identified should we get caught. Legacy changed into a form-fitting, mid-thigh length dress. The shimmering pale pink matched her strappy shoes. Two daggers visibly attached to her outer thighs. She was definitely trying to get someone’s attention. I didn’t know if it was Aric’s or barn boy.
After giving up on finding something cute, I emerged from the closet wearing a plain short sleeve white shirt and loose-fitting black pants, Legacy groaned. “Vis, come on. You have to wear something with a little more—appeal. I can’t show up like this alone.” She stood and tugged the hem of her dress down her thighs. “It’s a party! Live a little.”
I looked her up and down. “Although you look amazing, I’m not wearing a barely there dress. Sorry, cuz.”
She huffed and rushed into the closet, mumbling at her clothes as she tossed them onto the floor. She came back holding a bundle of black. At least she knew my favorite color to wear. “This.”
“Fine, I’ll try it on.” I pulled the shorts over my hips. An ankle-length train hung loosely on the back brushing against the floor. Like half of a dress. The three-quarter sleeves were made of tight lace and sheer black. As I tugged the thick stretchy black fabric over my breasts, I realized it only reached halfway down my rib cage. Where’s the bottom half? I moved in front of the mirror. The fabric of the shorts hit at my belly button but the top left almost a whole palm width of skin showing.
Touching my bare skin, I actually loved the way it looked. I felt sexy. Other than formal dresses at events, I almost always wore conservative, practical clothing. But I shook my head. “Nope. I can’t wear this.” Way too much exposed skin for someone to touch and trigger my curse.
Legacy rolled her eyes. “Stop it. You look fantastic. I know you never wear clothes that show much skin but it will be dark and no one will notice your change in style. Dragon’s breath, your legs are phenomenal.” She smacked my thigh. “Look at the definition!”
I chuckled and lifted a brow. “No one will notice? Anyway you know that’s not the only reason I stay covered.” I picked up a pair of gloves and waved them in her face.
“I understand but your curse could trigger even with short-sleeved shirts which you wear often given this heat. You can’t live life afraid.”
“I am not afraid.”
“Prove it,” Legacy
