"Jack!" he shot back. "Jack, Jack, Rain!"
"And Aspen," she said.
I was grinning, adoring their little debate. No, I didn't really understand what Jack was getting at, but it was clear he was standing up for me. Best. Crow. Ever.
But the clock was ticking and I wasn't even close to ready. "Hey, what's the dress code for this?" I called out.
"Jeans," she assured me. "It'll be warm in the atrium, too. With that many people, the dancing, and the oak syrup? Probably very warm."
"So, jeans and a tee?" I asked.
"That's what I'm wearing."
Then she fell quiet, but I could hear rummaging. It sounded like she was in her room. I turned back to my mirror and finished up the shading on my eyes, added a little too much eyeliner, and then mascara. My new curling iron had worked wonders for my hair, so all I had left was lipstick.
I'd just finished that when Aspen marched into my room and spread her arms wide. "See, like this!"
I turned to see her in medium-blue jeans covered in distressed holes. Her shirt was a rich burgundy color that matched her lipstick and fit her form perfectly. Only belatedly did I notice the print on it, which was why she had her arms out like that.
It was an artsy drawing of a woman with dark hair, almost like a cartoon. She looked badass, was wearing solid black, and had sparkles of silver coming off her fingers. Above it, words said "Morgan le Fae."
"Where did you get that?" I gasped, loving it.
"Torian found it." She shrugged. "I may have gotten one in all the colors, but I like this one the best. The dark cranberry seems fitting for you."
"Oh, if that's the way we're going to be..." I headed for my wardrobe and rummaged until I saw a baby-blue shirt. Pulling that out, I flipped it open and held it up for Aspen to see. "Then I'm wearing this!"
She squealed in glee. "Yes!"
Because on the front was Elsa from Disney's Frozen. I'd thought of Aspen when I'd picked it, so if she was wearing a shirt for me, I'd wear one for her. It felt like a little way of declaring we were together without actually saying anything that would get us in trouble.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before a word could come out, a thumping sound came from her side of the suite.
"Jack!" my bird cawed.
"No," Aspen corrected. "I'm pretty sure that's Wilder."
Caw!he replied, looking frustrated. Then he tried again, this time the sound more likeKraa!. Twisting his head, he hopped in frustration, looked at each of us in turn, and pulled in a deep breath.
"Court!"
My mouth fell open. "What?" I breathed.
"Court!" Jack said again, bouncing in place. "Court, court, court!"
"Wilder!" Aspen realized when the thumping came again. "Shit, Jack's trying to say he's here! That's what his word means!" And she hurried through the bathroom to answer her door.
I took the chance to pull off the shirt I'd been wearing and change into the Elsa one. I was pulling it over my ribs when both Aspen and Wilder made their way into my room. Wilder just chuckled, his eyes on the middle of my chest.
"That's a statement," he said.
"Hers is a Morrigan," I countered.
"Yep." And he pulled open his hoodie to reveal a navy-blue version of the same shirt. "So's mine."
I groaned. "I do not have a shirt with a Black fairy on it." He started to reply, but I lifted a finger, cutting him off. "Disney has fairies, not fae. This time, I'm right."
"She kinda is," Aspen agreed.
