I could invite myself.
Contrary to Dire popular opinion, we are not joined at the hip. I can handle this one on my own.
Grumbling equivalent to a submental growl filled my mind, just as the Watcher waved a hand at me. “You can’t visit royalty in leggings.”
Royalty?
Royalty?Matt echoed.
I took a deep breath. “We are visiting who, exactly?”
She uttered a sound of triumph and emerged with a flowing bit of vivid-blue clothing. “Here. Put this on.”
I took it from her. The gossamer gown was soft and smooth as silk. I opened my mouth to ask again...
“Go. Put it on,” she repeated. “The court gets busier throughout the day. If we go now, she can slip us in.”
“But—”
Now I really want to come.
You always want to come.
Ha ha. But I really do.
“Anna.” Cara’s voice broke into our link. “Stop gabbing with Matt. Go. Shower first, but quickly. Then put it on. You won’t be able to wear your bra underneath, but the panties will be okay.”
Ooo, no bra—
Matt. You aren’t helping.
I want to come.
Cut it out.
Cara pointed to the bathroom. With a million questions spinning through my brain—and building angst at the possible answers—I gathered the clothing and headed for the washroom.
I jumped into the shower, not giving myself any time to enjoy either the hot water spray or Matt’s comments on where my hands were, or what they should be doing. Once dried, it took me considerable manipulation to figure out just how the wraparound dress was meant to be placed on the body.
A knock on the door. “How are you doing?”
“Could use some help—” I’d no sooner admitted it than she came in and expertly tugged the clothing into place.
I stared at myself in the mirror. The semi-sheer dress revealed almost as much as it hid.
Matt looked through my eyes.Strewth, Angel.Lust pulsed through the link, and I sensed him falter in his partial change, poking himself with an unusually large, wicked claw.
Watch it, you’re going to hurt yourself with that thing.
Yeah. Have to pay attention here. But damn. You’re bleedin’ gorgeous.Another surge that robbed me of breath, then I sensed him yank back, shutting down the link.
I twirled for the mirror and noticed that it was slit up the sides so that it didn’t interfere with my movement at all. I could even kick without it hindering me.
Cara raised a brow as I experimentally hiked my leg in the air. “Remind me not to piss you off,” she said, handing me a set of shoes that looked like they shared an Elven heritage with the gown.
“Is it designed so you can fight in it?”
She tilted her head. “It was a gift, and to be honest, I’ve never worn it.”
