Read Online Friends and Enemies (Gwen Farris Book 5) by P.S. Power - Free Book Online

into a dress would be more Katherine's style, but the woman didn't comment on it. Then, as if she were riding along instead of making the choice to do anything in particular, they moved off to the shower. That was in a joining room, which was nice.
    Gwen's old house, in her own world, didn't have that, even for the master bedroom. She did have two rooms though. It still felt small and poor, by comparison to Park Street. This place was a palace. Close to literally being one, lacking only the nobility to live there to give it that designation. They had their own ballroom, for instance. A great expanse of polished wood that was larger than the high school gym that she'd never been allowed to really use back in the day.
    Oddly enough, Katherine didn't mock her for that lack, even when Gwen thought about it. She just moved them into place, taking control of the whole thing. Easily, even as there was a bit of struggle from her passenger over the whole thing.
    Gwen got that one. It was clear on a level that nearly stung across her mind as it happened. She was doing it to prove she could . To show Gwen that, if she wanted, whenever she chose to bother, Kate Vernor was the one that would live her life.
    That really wasn't impossible, Gwen knew. She'd known that since in the cave, to be honest about it. At the time she'd hoped that it had been a trick and had even gotten herself to believe it for a while. That it had only been about Erin Debussey having added magical power to the whole thing. That was part of it, but not the whole picture. Kate was showing that so clearly in the moment that it wasn't funny. So not humorous that Gwen decided to kill herself as soon as she could. Acting suddenly, and without warning.
    Some people had to be controlled, and a certain heiress was always going to be one of them.
    After they showered, the warm water falling in a curtain over the body they shared, there would be a trip back to the room. Once there, Gwen would be able to get to her wardrobe, and then...
    Kate sighed, arching her back as the warm water fell, caressing her body.
    "This shower head of yours is brilliant . You should set up James and his wife, Eline, into making them. No one else holds the right to do it, and they'd sell . I know that you told them that you'd front them some lucre for anything they wanted, but if you don't push them, they won't press in. The underclass never does, which is what keeps them down, as often as not. As it is his lady is probably going to wonder if you're sucking his cock when he's supposed to be taking you places. I know I always did." There was a tone to her words. A snarky, naughty thing meant to get to her, Gwen thought.
    Gwen was good at telling when people were screwing with her. Not that Katherine was hiding it all that much.
    She shrugged, and was shocked when the body moved to actually do it. Even more so when she could actually speak. So either Kate wasn't as in charge as she was acting, or she was sharing with Gwen now.
    "Ella. Not Eline. I don't think so anyway. Also, James couldn't stand you. I don't know if he'd let me do that with him or not, but I'm nearly certain he wouldn't let your teeth that close to a sensitive spot on his body." She kept herself from yelling take that , mainly because she wasn't totally certain what she'd said was right.
    Gwen was a scary, body stealing, invader from another world. More than that, she didn't know how everything functioned there yet, especially in social situations. It could be that Kate, who knew how things worked, and wasn't an alien, might have a better shot of getting that kind of thing done than she would have.
    There was soaping then, the other girl spending a lot more time on the process than Gwen ever had. She scrubbed, but this was almost a creepy self petting thing, compared to what she did every morning. Except that it was most likely what most people did in the shower. She'd made a concerted point of shutting off anything dealing with sex,